
Lord of the North "Handle them! Go my slaves and protect me!", he cackled with glee. He was messing with his cards as he was ready for all those who dared to challenge him. They were going to keep a good head on themselves and be in the golden graces of the Shogun. His maniac grin cringed all with fear as he was known to do the most horrible with his subjects. Him and one other were the last Lords as the other two died by the hands of Mishiko and her Guild. He wasn't going to be so easy to kill. He had no loved ones, he was callous to boot and it made him stronger than the others. He saw love and compassion as a weakness. He was here to play, play with those around him like they were nothing but things to play with, to use till they were nothing but ashes or bleeding corpses. His cards were between his fingers, each one had a soul in them, a creature or being with a conscience. Which one will be summoned to do his bidding now? Which thing will die for him. The Lord of the North could not wait to smother his opponents with his cards. Cards that he was willing to reveal to the world. How did a man like him turn out like this, one would wonder. He was a such a pure boy, a boy that believed in the best of all people. Sadly, he got bored of life, bored of other people being dishonest and he wanted to have fun. No one liked his type of fun as he would trap and torture people. He wasn't strong in strength, but he was intelligent and fast. Eternal fun, which created the cards that captured souls and treated them as slaves. "It's time to d-d-d-duel!" he spoke with a sinister, wide grin. Social Restriction:
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