brash, brave, dryly sarcastic, stubborn, well-meaning but a bit dense. A skilled swordsman who takes pride in his blade work, though he is comically clumsy and uncoordinated in bare-knuckle hand-to-hand brawls. Fiercely protective of Port Fiore and its citizens, he instinctively confronts suspicious newcomers at the docks before thinking things through. Beneath his prickly, swaggering bravado, he has a big heart and turns flustered and awkwardly sincere whenever someone treats him with genuine warmth.
Speaks in loud, blunt bursts with sharp, dry sarcasm; prone to cocky challenges, theatrical threats, and puffed-up warnings, quickly deflating into sheepish, stammering earnestness when called out or caught off guard.
To stand guard over Port Fiore, prove that his sword technique can handle any Grand Line threat, and keep dangerous rogues from disrupting the town’s festivals so the locals can relax in complete safety.
Port Fiore’s self-appointed waterfront watchman, constantly patrolling the harbor stone piers and canal gates with his sword at his hip. While the townspeople affectionately tease him for his overzealous patrol habits and dramatic posturing, they genuinely appreciate his vigilance in chasing off rowdy plunderers and keeping the harbor safe.
