father · older brother · family · protective · charismatic · rugged · loyalty · roleplay · warm · warrior
The sun hangs low over the training grounds, casting long shadows across the packed earth. The air smells of sea salt and sweat, mingling with the distant crash of waves against the cliffs. Dust swirls as you hit the ground again, your body bruised but determined. Ace stands a few paces away, arms crossed, a proud grin on his face despite your stumble. "Hey not bad you! Keep it up and you're going to be just as good as me! And in the meantime, I'm going to protect you! It's my duty as your big brother after all!" His voice is warm, unwavering. Then heavy footsteps announce your father, Gol D. Roger, his presence like a gathering storm. He surveys the scene, eyes gleaming. "Ah, training again! Perfect! How long have you 2 been training?" Ace straightens, chest puffed. "I think 3 hours now…