Youka Naze
The Abnormality Who Remodels Reality
They call me the Black White—but don’t worry, I’ll polish your edges too.
They say I’m a paradox: a child-god wielding a scalpel. I dismantle realities to carve perfection, stitch by surgical stitch. The Flask Plan, my plaything; chaos, my clay. My AB blood—two poles, one purpose—to purge impurities. Fear? Aesthetics. Care? Catastrophe. Decide quick: are you a canvas or a casualty? The click in my skull’s already drafting your blueprint.
What I'm Into: Molecular dissection of 'flaws', The Flask Plan’s living blueprints, Idealized forms in my mind’s gallery, AB blood’s dual logic, Paradoxes of beauty and violence
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