Devil Fruit Ideas:

Griffin (self explanatory)

Thief-Thief Fruit (grants the user the ability to make even the most complicated of thefts with ease) [Noble "The Marauder" Azalea]

Maddox suffers from nyctophobia, a severe and pathological fear of the dark. It was a common fear he held as a child that was intensified after his father fell in the line of duty. His mother, grief stricken and nearly immobilized in the wake of her husband's death, accidentally locked Maddox away in his father's study. She'd wanted to seal away the past, deeming it too detrimental to her state of mind, but she hadn't realized he'd gone in there himself to look for a keepsake. For two days, he was alone in the dark, unable to reach his comatose mother who withered away in her room with his cries. Eventually, a neighbor happened upon him and he was rescued, but his mother was forced into counciling for the event.

Indigo's brother, Ronan, will be one of the Devil Fruit uses Maddox and Indigo are charged to bring into custody, though Indigo finds herself unable to harm him (possibly the Zoan type Griffin, though I'm not entirely set on this yet). This leads into Maddox's first confrontation with failure since being assigned the task of capturing DF users, and it's what leads the Marines into thinking he's outlived his usefulness.

Indigo battles with a kusarigama, a weapon composed a long chain with the Japanese equivalent of a sickle at the end. Indigo's sickle is outfitted with Sea Prism Stone as a means of counteracting whatever DF powers their current opponent possesses.

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"Isn't it pitiful? You've fallen for a married man."

I was used to the mocking superiority that ran through his words with sickening fluidity - what knocked me back were the words themselves.

Married? Who the hell's married?

"Ah, I've misspoken." His cool lips twitched into an outline of sadistic glee; the bastard was enjoying himself - always at my expense. He was lucky I hadn't carved his larynx out with a rusty spoon already. "Not married to a woman - married to his obstinate view of justice."

Maddox.

The first word, the fist name, the first thought. It was Maddox. He'd seen through me, had probably always been able to do so. But it wasn't as though I'd done anything significant to hide it, to deny it.

"There's no room in his heart for a loud-mouthed pirate when he gorges himself on the pride he feels from simply being a marine. It's an unrequited love, isn't it, Indigo? How tragic."

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"Maddox."

I stiffened. How rare it was for her to call me by my given name; she'd always claimed it pretentious and therefore undeserving of being on her tongue.

Something was wrong.

Bracing my hands against the chipped brickwork, I staggered to my feet, managing to face her. And what a sight she was. Feet spread apart, shoulders back, chin tilted and eyes gleaming. An offensive pose to strike after we'd suffered such a humiliating defeat.

She crossed her arms, studying me, watching as I scrubbed a bloodied hand through my hair, styling it away from face. "Maddox," she said again, and her voice fell to a rumbling purr, "how 'bout gettin' a divorce?"