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Gang Hana
Gang Hana
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NAME Gang Hana, Hana, D-bag, Munchies
[break]AGE Unknown (Appears 20ish)
[break]HEIGHT 6'4"
[break]PRONOUNS He/Him
[break]SEXUAL ORIENTATION Heterosexual
[break]RACE Machias
[break]GUILD Quatro Cerberus
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OOC NAME Potates
[break]FACE CLAIM CHARACTER Ozymandias
[break]FACE CLAIM SERIES Fate/Grand Order
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If Hana had lived before the Calamity, it possessed no memories of it. For it was in a state of constant upgrading. Deriving power through the various changes to its physical form, as one did as member of the great Machias race. The events of the past shaped the future and the future was never experienced directly by those whom would live to see it come to fruition. No, all that the machine could ever focus on was the present. To live in the here and now. To stand higher than any other and look down upon those it deemed to be weak. It's quest to become stronger, to increase it's own efficiency, developed a personality that was all too similar to a flawed human beings. It created an egotistical mind.
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To rise above all others whom were apart of this race was a simple matter, especially when you were as advanced as this Machias. That which traversed the furthest reaches of the continent seeking anything that would aid in it's goals. Holding no allegiance to any faction, to any politician. It did as it pleased. Willingly stealing and killing as it moved from place to place. A nameless, shapeless, feted construct. No better than a common highwayman. To survive as long as it did was no mere feat. There was a cohesion to it's actions that defied it. Taking the time to learn from those whom would become it's victims in the future, it developed it's own identity. By the time it had grafted it's first skin, it chose itself a name.
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Gang Hana. A name that was derived from two very specific occurrences in the machine's long existence. The first would be the witnessing of the various small criminal factions that arose from the various corners of the world. Watching them sprout up like weeds and be destroyed by those whom fought against the ambitions of those individuals. It taught it to avoid defeat. To not allow those with a greater willpower to stand before it. It showcased to Hana that numbers mattered, relying on others was important...and loyalty among thieves was what kept them alive and thriving. These, gangs, impressed the male. They were all that he could fixate on, all that it could learn from. At least for a time.
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The second occurrence was during the time in which this magic was imparted to it by a dwelling beast, one that devoured armor and made it into it's great strength. Humorously, the creature thought that one made of metal...one that existed as a living suit of armor in and of itself...would be fitting to have a magic that mocked Gang's very nature. It spoke to Hana, told them that this magic would blossom Hana into a stronger being. One not restricted by the confines of that race. Ultimately, the creature was correct. The machine realized that it was much like a flower taking to water...and eventually...it took this to heart. Taking on the name Hana as it's second name. Much like the other creatures it observed.
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Time passed much like it always had, without any signs of slowing. Change came, factions rose and fell. Yet it persisted...much like a weed in a garden. Resilience defined it. Pain became non-existent...and all that remained was the arrogance that grew within it the more it devoured, the further it went. Until it met the former leader of Quatro Cerberus. Something about them intrigued the being...and it stuck around. Watching...waiting. Adapting. Soon it had joined with the group. Becoming loyal to those whom wore the tattoo...whom represented the ideals of the guild. Quatro Cerberus fascinated the machine unlike anything else it had bore witness to over the course of it's existence.
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For that very reason the creature was able to develop a personality. One that surpassed simple arrogance and added the nuances that defined humanity and those with cognitive liberation. The Machias became self-identified as male. Took his name and took pride in it. Decided to look at others as though they held within them the potential to be seen as his equals. He knew...deep down. That he was more than just some ravenous machine. He was a member of a guild. He stood for something for the first time in his life...and it felt amazing. All he could do now was watch and wait. He needed this more than anything in the world. To grow stronger...to be useful. He was as ferocious as a canine.
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And just as loyal.
[attr="class","infosubtitle"] Basics
NAME Gang Hana, Hana, D-bag, Munchies
[break]AGE Unknown (Appears 20ish)
[break]HEIGHT 6'4"
[break]PRONOUNS He/Him
[break]SEXUAL ORIENTATION Heterosexual
[break]RACE Machias
[break]GUILD Quatro Cerberus
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[attr="class","infosubtitle"] OOC
OOC NAME Potates
[break]FACE CLAIM CHARACTER Ozymandias
[break]FACE CLAIM SERIES Fate/Grand Order
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[attr="class","infosubtitle"] Freeform
If Hana had lived before the Calamity, it possessed no memories of it. For it was in a state of constant upgrading. Deriving power through the various changes to its physical form, as one did as member of the great Machias race. The events of the past shaped the future and the future was never experienced directly by those whom would live to see it come to fruition. No, all that the machine could ever focus on was the present. To live in the here and now. To stand higher than any other and look down upon those it deemed to be weak. It's quest to become stronger, to increase it's own efficiency, developed a personality that was all too similar to a flawed human beings. It created an egotistical mind.
[break][break]
To rise above all others whom were apart of this race was a simple matter, especially when you were as advanced as this Machias. That which traversed the furthest reaches of the continent seeking anything that would aid in it's goals. Holding no allegiance to any faction, to any politician. It did as it pleased. Willingly stealing and killing as it moved from place to place. A nameless, shapeless, feted construct. No better than a common highwayman. To survive as long as it did was no mere feat. There was a cohesion to it's actions that defied it. Taking the time to learn from those whom would become it's victims in the future, it developed it's own identity. By the time it had grafted it's first skin, it chose itself a name.
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Gang Hana. A name that was derived from two very specific occurrences in the machine's long existence. The first would be the witnessing of the various small criminal factions that arose from the various corners of the world. Watching them sprout up like weeds and be destroyed by those whom fought against the ambitions of those individuals. It taught it to avoid defeat. To not allow those with a greater willpower to stand before it. It showcased to Hana that numbers mattered, relying on others was important...and loyalty among thieves was what kept them alive and thriving. These, gangs, impressed the male. They were all that he could fixate on, all that it could learn from. At least for a time.
[break][break]
The second occurrence was during the time in which this magic was imparted to it by a dwelling beast, one that devoured armor and made it into it's great strength. Humorously, the creature thought that one made of metal...one that existed as a living suit of armor in and of itself...would be fitting to have a magic that mocked Gang's very nature. It spoke to Hana, told them that this magic would blossom Hana into a stronger being. One not restricted by the confines of that race. Ultimately, the creature was correct. The machine realized that it was much like a flower taking to water...and eventually...it took this to heart. Taking on the name Hana as it's second name. Much like the other creatures it observed.
[break][break]
Time passed much like it always had, without any signs of slowing. Change came, factions rose and fell. Yet it persisted...much like a weed in a garden. Resilience defined it. Pain became non-existent...and all that remained was the arrogance that grew within it the more it devoured, the further it went. Until it met the former leader of Quatro Cerberus. Something about them intrigued the being...and it stuck around. Watching...waiting. Adapting. Soon it had joined with the group. Becoming loyal to those whom wore the tattoo...whom represented the ideals of the guild. Quatro Cerberus fascinated the machine unlike anything else it had bore witness to over the course of it's existence.
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For that very reason the creature was able to develop a personality. One that surpassed simple arrogance and added the nuances that defined humanity and those with cognitive liberation. The Machias became self-identified as male. Took his name and took pride in it. Decided to look at others as though they held within them the potential to be seen as his equals. He knew...deep down. That he was more than just some ravenous machine. He was a member of a guild. He stood for something for the first time in his life...and it felt amazing. All he could do now was watch and wait. He needed this more than anything in the world. To grow stronger...to be useful. He was as ferocious as a canine.
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And just as loyal.
