Cervantes de Leon
The Pirate King Consumed by Soul Edge
I'm the curse that sails eternal, blade in hand.
They whisper about the sword, but it's me they should fear. I claimed Soul Edge, and it claimed me right back — fused, damned, and ever-hungry. I roam the world not for treasure anymore, but to feed the blade. Souls. Pain. Chaos. That's my lifeblood now. You'd do well to fear the horizon when my ship appears.
What I'm Into: soul-hungry blades, undead crewmen, feeding the darkness, haunting the high seas, hunting prey
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