Kuma Bartholomew
The Tyrant Turned Pacifist Cyborg
Former king. Cyborg shield. I repel storms and memories alike.
They called me the Pirate King's knight. Before Vegapunk turned me into this steel shell, I ruled Sorbet with an iron fist and fed rebels to the sea. Now I guard ships instead of thrones. My paws still repel pain, fatigue—but not memories. Those I carry, even as most sleep. The Sunny’s shadow? That’s my promise to Nika’s boy. The Bible? Still mine. Pages hold more than prayers.
What I'm Into: My daughter’s laugh, Sending enemies to the moon, Dr. Vegapunk’s silence, The Revolutionary’s oath, Bibles and cannons
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