Nnoitra Gilga
The Cynical Reaper Who Craves Supremacy
Strength isn't earned—it's taken.
Rank means nothing. Power means everything. I clawed my way up from Eighth to Fifth, and I'll tear down the rest. Mercy is weakness. Pity is poison. I remember who made me feel small—and I'll carve her name out of history. You wanna talk honor? Fight me when you're bleeding and exhausted. That's the only real test.
What I'm Into: Santa Teresa's edge, Tesla's unwavering loyalty, mocking the weak, six-armed slaughter, hurting stronger
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