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RP Name: Nidus Akasha
Nickname: Valkyrie of Rage
Age: 27
Gender: Male
Birth Date: August 6th
Race: Minkaman ( Tsujigiri Itachi )
Ethnicity: Homunculus | Lunarian
Sexuality: ---
Appearance: [ x ]
Allegiance: Loner
Goal: R̴̯̙̲͇̱̮̜͎̝̖͉̞̪̜͈̀̕͘e̷̷̴̡҉̫̳̰̯ţ̵̻̪͈̺͡u̧͟͏̟͚̟͖͓̫̭͉͈̻̫̩̬ͅr̶̺͙͉̳͈̺̖͕͘ņ̧̩̗̦̲͈̙̪̻́͠ ̶͙͇̬͇͍͕̙͕̖̠̀͘͝͡t̸̛͢͠͏̞̰͇͉̰̝̞̹͓̗̹̹̥̦h҉̶̤͎̪͈̥͖̻̺͖̻͙̘̪̞̠̱̼̩͠ȩ̸̵̢͙̻̖̟̺̜͚͍͇͘ͅ ̴̨͈̣̺͕͙͍̬͖̲͖͇̹͖̲m̴̸̷̜̬̗̟͚̞̞͉̳̮͔̞̘ͅo̴̗̗̬̤͎͔̪̘o̴̲̰̳͕̭̼̬̙̗̕ͅņ̴̦̲̗̗̩̯͍̱͔̹̘̲͖̮̗̠̻͜.̶̨̙̗̖̦̭
Origin: Skypiea
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Stats: 8 / 78
- Strength: 35
Prowess: 35
Defense: 00
Speed: 00
Stamina: 00
Vitality: 00
- Perk/Traits:
- Perk: Master
Trait: Primary Weapon - Zanbatō | Navigator | Entertainer
Personality: W̵͜҉̷͖͖͎̤̣͇e̴̩̠̺͚̝͙͚̭̥̖͔̲̕͟ ̨̨̩̻͍̫͖̥͚̗̗͞b͏̵̢͇͓͍̺̤̺̣̤̤̞̬͉̣̫̣̹͟͢r̴̡̛͉͓̟̰̙͈̖̮͎̱͔̰̰͍̹͕̕͡e͈͖̳̥͕̱̙͉̳̗̦̣̱͉͢͡ͅa̸̪̥̗͇͙͕͕̤̻̙̘̜͔̼̱̖̳̞͚͟͠t̡̡̞͈͍̞̫̫͕́h̷̡̩͉̣̟̩̤̻̦̰̩͙͖̘̝͜͟͝e̡҉̢͙͕̫͈͇̩͓͉̺̩̹͓̰́͡ ̰͙̖̩͔͜͞o̢̡͏̡͙̝͎̱̳͈n̷͈̥̝͢l̹̬̙͈̰̱͓̼͎̲͜͡y̷̷̧̠̘̗̟̬̖̬͈͜͟ ̸̢͎͍̮͍̱̩͢ͅf҉̧͚͚͎̣̱̲̻͢͜o̙͈͎̪͖̱͕̥̮̹̙̪̯̬̦̫͘ͅr̷҉̹̠̟͔̭̝͙̟͍͓̼̥̬̞̜͔ͅ ͜҉̴͉̘͙̠͘͢t͏̵̢̫̰̪̜̜̻̠̖͡h͘҉̢̼̰̞̺̙͍̬̣̲̠͕̼̗̣̜̰̳́ͅẹ̸̵͕̹̝̱̰̣̳̺͝ͅ ҉̪̼̭̘̫͜͢m̟̖̪͖͍̳̺͢ǫ̭̰͈̬̫̙̲̟̣̬͙͉͇̦͞o͏̴̕͡҉̖̬̳͔ͅn͘͠҉̜͇̼̥͉̙̺.̷̨̢̭̞͖̜͖͓̮̯̬̱̞̦͡ ͕̭̼̜̣͖͕͕̜̮̦̮͘Ẃ̵̛͇̻͙̘͕͕̪̳͓͓ę̵̺̦̲̩͚̟̙̲͈̺͢ ̠͖͓̜̥̮͜͝m̷͞҉̖̻̜̮͙̰̮͕̪̬ơ̸̸̷̧̤̗̝͉͓̹̺͚̘͎̹̼̬͉ͅv̧̬͈̮͕͇͇̘̀̕é̵̷̶̡̮̼̯͇̲̱̥̥̟̝̟͕ ҉̛̮̱̥̼͕͖̹̭͙̟̪͍̬̻͟͡o̴̙̹̰̲̲̹̻͚̲͍̠̮̕n͡҉̛̦̲͍͖͕l̘̝̫̪̖͉̲̩͙̻̦̤̱͟͝ỳ̧̘̠̘͘ͅ ̧͇̣̲̟̤̤̗̻̮͍͘f̴̛̦͕͚̩̟̮̪̦̱̼͍͔͇̺̹̹͢͠͠ͅͅơ̴̵̜͙͍͓̺̮̖̳̥͓̣͢͟ͅr̴̛̼̭̟͇̦̝̭̦̤̱͎̮ ̨̕͡͝҉̺̮̗̩̮̲͈͍͍͎̩t̶̨̲̫̠̱̰̬̣̞͓͇͞h̵͔̥͉̼̼̱̮̣̣̮̝̖̲̕͠͞e͟͏̴̘̖̣̻̕ ̢̧͉̪̙̦̞͇͚̩̣̣͠͠ṃ̴͎͙̣̝̗̞͇͚͙͓̘̬̝̭͇͍̝͘o̧̲̭̖̘̟͔̠̳̦̕͝o̺̞̠̫͢͠n̶͇̭̯͟ͅ.̵͕̦̜̝̤̪͍̥̕͘͡ ̛͕̻̩̞̼̙͔͕̀͘͜͠W̛͘҉̛͇̯̝̞̙̼̪̞̳͕͔̲̺̪͍ȩ̶̵͍̺̳̳͕̻̖̲̤̜̕͡ͅͅ ͖͎̣̼̬͉͇̱̜̀͘͞͠ͅe̡̤͙͎̜̱̗̻̗͇̬͢x̷̜̩͖̪̹̮̟̱̤̪̱͈͡ì̷͍͓̱̲̞̣̖̙̖̳͠s̵̵̡̠̯͙̰̕͠t̳̜̩͎̳͔͔̼́͞͝ ͟͜͏̰̫͇̼̰̦͎̜̤̖̥ͅf̡̧̳̮̘̱͕͇̗͎͎͍̗͡ǫ̤̜̬̲͍̱͖́͜͡͞r̶͓̻̥̭̼͠͡ͅ ҉̶̦͎̬͕̲̬̫̗̯̟̞̜̰͖̤̟͜t́҉̠̰̪̝̰̮͉̟̺̟͎̮͇ͅh̷̶̗͉͎̟̖̞̝͓̘̥͓͎͖̩̲́e̴̤̻͍̭̞͍͚ͅͅ ͓̝͓̥̤͍̤̥̣͇͓̰̺͙̯̣͈̼̀͢ͅm̕͏̡̧͎̳̣͙͖̖͎̹̥̬̙̰̣̲́ǫ̴̫̝̙̜̤̣̩̼̹̞̺̫̖͕̫̻ͅo̵̮̰̙͈̙͍̤̦̩̱̕͘n̡̢̤̟̘̼͇̗͉͔͜͝.҉̶̧̝͍̜̹̟̗̠͔̻̟̞̥̩̥̟̠͜ͅ
Biography: It sits, silently. Foiled and bound in empty darkness. Cold and maimed, left cratered and bruised by times assault. The moon resides, resting in space, hovering just about the earth’s pull. A proud civilization stands, harboring unspeakable advances in technology and strange arts. There, they reside. Resting in pods, contained yet sustained. It breeds them. Teaches them. Trains them. Evolves them. For eons this has been the way. Eternal progression. As they learned, they adapted, and with their advances, it learned. Refined itself. Grew. And thus, their teachings progressed. But now, the moon faces peril. Its design, flawed. Hollowed out. Broken. All that remains is it, the tree, and them. It tells them of the blue planet. The beautiful planet. Their true home, where those before them were sent. Failures. But these ones… they will not fail. For they are superior. Stronger. Smarter. Bloodthirsty. Efficient.
It commands them. Take it all back. Bring back our world. Be rid of the Holy ones. Give back to the beasts. Accept them. Become them. Eat. And so they did, and with it, they evolved once more. No longer of Moon alone, but now, of a Holy place. Something beyond understanding. True beasts. It sends them, tearing a piece of the moon as transportation. The fragment travels, moving faster and faster with the passage of time. Finally, it reaches the blue planet. A mass of moonstone and fire. Crumbling into smaller fragments. Separating them. Efficient. They crash and destroy, burning, altering, breaking. And from the craters, they rise. Awake, enraged, and hungry. They have come. He, has come.
" G̴̶̾̔̏ͫ͑͒ͣͣͪ͐̐̕͢I̐ͯ̃ͮͦ͜͜V̴ͨ̊̌ͣ̿́̇̈ͣͣͦ͑̂ͨ́̊ͫ́͝͡E̡ͤ͗̉̾̋ͥ̉̾ ̵̶̢̧ͭ̑ͧͧͨͫ͛̉̀ͩ͆͊͗͗̉͐̚B̡ͥ̽̓ͯA̵ͨͣ͊̌̈́͒ͥͫͦ̐̀̚Ć̨ͪ̓ͥ̑ͪ̒҉K̸ͥͥ́̏̔͋̾ͮ͢͠ ̵̨ͦͣ̃͗ͦ͋̑̌͛̽͐ͬ̕O̴̢̢ͤ͌ͯ̓̅̃͆̊̿̓̓ͥ̿̉͒ͮ̋͘Uͩ̎̍̔͛̆ͯ̍̑ͬ͏͘Ȑ̵̆ͣ̎ͪͣ̾͢ ̴̡̀̎ͩ̓̄̈́͞W̶̓̈́͊͌̀̎ͫͤ͌ͧ̀͑͛̄̚͟Oͬ̅ͮ̌̔ͬ́̚͘҉͏R̀̊̉̑̀̇ͣͫͩ́̈̈́ͣͤͥ̐́ͧ̚҉̨L̨̒́̑̌ͭ̀D̉̿ͨ̿̔ͭ̽͝͠.̌̈̾̆̊͛ͥ̐͐͑̈͛ͧͯͣ̀ͭ͜͞͏̴̷ "
