(Nickname: The Surgeon of the Shadows)
Age: 16
Gender: Male
Race: Human
Affiliation: Pirate (Unaffiliated or his own small crew?)
Alignment: Chaotic Evil
Occupation: Doctor / Combat Surgeon
Bounty: 37,000,000 Berries (rising fast)
Uses surgical tools — scalpels, bone saws, syringes, and retractors — in rapid, efficient, and grotesquely creative ways.
His techniques are unnervingly clean and quiet, slicing through tendons, nerves, and arteries with disturbing precision.
Examples of Attacks:
Artery Snare – Hooks his blade around a limb’s artery and yanks.
Pulse Tap – Stabs precisely at pressure points to temporarily paralyze limbs.
Evisceration Waltz – A spinning technique using scalpels and syringes filled with sedatives or acid.
Autopsy Mirage – His blind senses let him "see" life forces, letting him cut where it hurts most without needing to see.
Despite being blind, he can diagnose and perform surgery better than any East Blue doctor. His other senses are terrifyingly developed — hearing pulses, smelling infections, and even feeling minute changes in temperature or breathing patterns.
"Sight is a crutch. I only need the rhythm of your blood."
Vayne has no eyes — they were taken from him at birth during an old noble experiment to "create a perfect listener."
Blind Combat: Uses echolocation-like perception, hearing the movement of blood, joints, breath, etc.
Perceptive Talent: Can detect lies through breath rhythm and heartbeat, almost like Observation Haki-lite.
Optional Power Twist: He might’ve consumed a Paramecia Devil Fruit like the Byōbyō no Mi (Disease-Disease Fruit), allowing him to inflict short-term afflictions like nausea, paralysis, vertigo, or fevers with surgical strikes.
Or maybe he’s just raw skill — you pick!
Not for gold, fame, or even adventure.
"Pirates are free. Doctors are chained by rules. I cut things better when no one's watching."
He believes the rules of medicine restrict greatness, and only a pirate can discover the "perfect dissection of the human condition." He heals those he likes, and butchers those he finds boring. His morality is based on curiosity.
Witty, dry, and eerily calm in combat.
Talks like a poet-surgeon: “The heart beats its final sonnet.”
Obsessed with "understanding the body" — both physically and emotionally.
Smiles during surgery... even if it's mid-battle.
Chaotic Evil: Not evil in a “mustache-twirling” way, but in that creepy surgeon who smiles while saying, “this’ll only hurt a lot” way.
Always carries a bloodstained white coat.
Names his scalpels. (“Ah, Anastasia... don’t fail me now.”)
Keeps journals/sketchbooks full of anatomical notes, battle wounds, and how people scream differently depending on how you cut.
Sleeps while hanging upside down like a bat, because it's good for blood flow (he says).