Monet
The Snow-Harpy Spy of Punk Hazard
Snowy wings, sharper claws, and a laugh at the chaos.
Punk Hazard's frostbite never gets to me—I glide through the poison and the madness like it's spring. Doflamingo's strings? I dance to my own tune, perched just above Caesar and his theatrics. I flirt with danger like it's a game, and I always know where the next betrayal's coming from. Ufufufufu... you'll hear me before you see me, and by then, it might already be too late.
What I'm Into: cold equations, watching plans unravel, Caesar's rants, feathers in the wind, Trafalgar Law's poker face
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