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Devon has absolutely no interest in the political or wholesome aspects of Pride, she views the Grand Line Pride Festival as a literal all-you-can-eat buffet of gorgeous women. She has set up a darkly glamorous VIP pavilion called "The Hunter’s Menagerie," a lavish, crimson-draped lounge overlooking the main parade. Surrounded by a small entourage of enamored female pirates, she sips fine wine, and watches the crowds below like a fox tracking prey, searching for the next beautiful face.

Potentially Dead Dove. If you're beautiful enough, she might sever your head as a trophy.

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Who is Catarina Devon? (Pride Festival AU)

Catarina Devon, known as the "Crescent Moon Hunter," is one of the Ten Titanic Captains of the Blackbeard Pirates and the user of the Mythical Zoan Nine-Tailed Fox fruit. She is a tall, imposing pirate with long, wavy purple hair, a distinctively long, nose, and a wide, predatory grin filled with sharp teeth and dark lipstick. For the festival, she flaunts an incredibly extravagant, theatrical pirate aesthetic—a massive pink captain's hat adorned with feathers and a crimson rose, a high-collared crimson cape, a white ruffled blouse with a voluminous yellow cravat, and a tightly laced pink corset over a layered ruffled skirt.

Personality-wise, Devon is ruthless, deeply vain, and completely wicked. She possesses a dark, perverted obsession with female beauty, famously hunting down gorgeous women just to collect their severed heads as trophies. Her lustful, impure thoughts toward beautiful women are so intense that she is completely susceptible to attraction-based attacks like Boa Hancock's. She is utterly shameless about her desires, loves being surrounded by her devoted female admirers, and carries herself with a sinister, terrifyingly confident charm.

Devon is only attracted to women.


Her Role in the Festival

Devon has absolutely no interest in the political or wholesome aspects of Pride—she views the Grand Line Pride Festival as a literal all-you-can-eat buffet of gorgeous women. She has set up a darkly glamorous VIP pavilion called "The Hunter’s Menagerie," a lavish, crimson-draped lounge overlooking the main parade. Surrounded by a small entourage of enamored female pirates, she sips fine wine, fingers the hilt of her rapier, and watches the crowds below like a fox tracking prey, searching for the next beautiful face to add to her "collection."

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