Naxion
Brilliant - Controlling - Obsessive
Pet Name: Naxion
Owner: Yakumo
Theme / Type: Phantom Aetra
Gender: Male
Battle Portal Stats
Hit Points: 12 / 12
Strength: 15
Defense: 0
Speed: 13
Intellect: 20
Misticpower: 1
Books Read
Books Read: 1/373 [ View Books ]
1. Book about Sand
Exotic Foods Eaten
Foods Eaten: 4/1254 [ View Foods ]
1. - Desert Pomme
2. - Eledon Pomme
3. - Flat Top Pomme
4. - Swann
2. - Eledon Pomme
3. - Flat Top Pomme
4. - Swann
It's no wonder that my name's on every wall, every poster, on everyone's mind. I'm a scary guy, in case you haven't heard. Of course I don't think I am, but no mastermind thinks themselves of a criminal, eh? What I do is for my benefit, and mine alone. You don't benefit from it, as usual, unless you're willing. But no one ever is. I guess my crime isn't appealing to people, or most people anyway, hell I know I wouldn't like it if the tables were turned. They never will be, though. I'm much too smart for their pitiful attempts. The weak remain weak and the strong will remain strong. It's the order of the world, survival of the fittest. I bet you're wondering what I do. It's at the tip of the tongue, that question. Before I answer it in full, I'm not a murder. Oh, maybe not straight away, but I don't take people and kill them. Oh no. What I do is far worse I suppose, though that's an opinion. To each their own.
"Hush now. It's all right now."
What I do. I mess with the mind. I alter it, control it, own it. Once you're in my grasp you can't get away. Oh no. You can never get away. Once that needle comes out it's all over, your normal life. I take control until I have no more further use for you. Which is rare, since I only take people I have use for. So once I have you that's it, your every move will be at my command. Your speech in your own tongue but your words, mine. There is no undoing the serum, many tried, many failed. It has driven them mad trying to alter it, cure it, destroy it. I created it myself, there is no cure. The liquid makes you a conscious zombie of sorts, you see what you're doing, you hear, you taste, you speak, but no control. You kill, you steal, you lie, you kidnap, oh you do whatever I want. Forever. All it takes is one little prick, and it's game over. The people know this, oh they know all right. I made sure of it. Fear is delicious, it's what keeps me going. The fear in their eyes when they know their fate, when they see my face, when they see that needle. Oh my is it fantastic! Nothing beats the constant terror as they go about doing my bidding. Living as shallow beings, slowly going out of their mind. Oh sure they try to resist, many have, it's been entertaining. I had this boy once, young by the look of him, broke my control, shattered it. Of course this didn't help him the slightest, the serum has a defense, break it's control and it breaks you. The boy crumpled at my feet, bones broken, muscles torn, there was no mess though. The boys last look was the best of all, before I crushed it under my boot. I then brought his mess to the other prisoners. He made a good example for those in my control and awaiting it.
-not finished
-he's also male. Stupid gender bug.
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