Dellinger | 19 | Army Leader/Former Executive | Donquixote Pirates, Invasion Group | Tagging: Loke | Location: Mainland
Really, Dellinger figured it could have been a whole lot worse for him. He was a hybrid, a cross between a fighting fish fishman, and an ordinary human. Horns and fin aside, he looked every bit a normal human. The strength in his muscles, and his swimming capabilities, they didn’t lie though. Nor did the hunting instinct. His species of fish ancestor was a vicious one. A known hunter, and one that preyed on anything that moved, sealife or not. He figured the vicious streak couldn’t have been trained out of him even if they had wanted to. Giolla had encouraged it though. Had always told him to be himself, and to always be his best self, even if she was rough with him during his younger days. He was lucky she had found him and taken him in at all, that she had decided that he was hers, for whatever reason.
"Oh I know. The Donquixote Family doesn’t take just anyone into their ranks, after all. I’ve been with them almost since birth. If you don’t pass the basic training at a young age, you’re outed, just like that." He snapped his fingers, a smirk on his face. "Helps us weed out the strong from the weak who would otherwise bring the rest of us down with them. They deemed you strong enough, valuable enough, to keep around. Besides." Dellinger shrugged nonchalantly. "I don’t give my time or attention to weaklings, so I think it’s safe to say you’re good," he announced.
Dellinger stared down at the ground though. This was risky. Was it worth it in the end? If things went south, the Marines may opt just to arrest them along with whatever bountied folks they’d manage to collect by the time they stormed in there. "Fine, I’ll let you in on it then. It’s not all that complicated. First, we're here to scout out territory, capture some pirates and what have you. We'll turn them in to the Marines to collect the bounty money. That’s our in. From there, we launch a direct attack on Marine Headquarters. Get revenge for our family, still trapped behind bars. When we're through with them, the Marines will take a long, long time to recover and be back on their feet. You follow?" He checked. It was less complicated than some plans Doflamingo had once upon a time made for them, but it was still something solid.
Dellinger stuck out his tongue. "Me? Have a dating life? Please, Loke. I don’t care for anyone outside our group. Those peasants can go jump off a cliff for all I care," he huffed. "I never focused on a love life. I'm a fighter, remember? One of our heavy hitters, Diamanté didn’t train me to let my emotions rule me, after all. Besides, we saw each other back in Dressrosa, and since then, I’ve been either in prison or collecting this army. I haven’t exactly had time for such things," he pointed out. "Maybe there'll be time now that we're free though."