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*I had it pretty rough. My father raised me in his shady group training me to use my ability to protect him and his men. My ability was broken though. It made me crazy. I have an ability that lets me clone myself, the max number of clones I can make at one time is 15. Iām able to control my clones and make them do whatever I want, but sometimes they can get out of control. If Iām making contact with one of my clones Iām also able to switch my original body over to theirs. I can share memories with them once they disappear and travel back to my body. All the trauma and abuse I endured for the years made me lose my mind on top of my crazy clones I definitely wasn't all there in the head. My clones would taunt me and make fun of me or tell me to do crazy things even though they were just a version of myself. Sometimes it felt like I could be split into two different people. My mind was always jumbled up. Everyone in his group was poor and broke, including us. I had nothing and was constantly getting mistreated by my father and his goons. Although they did teach me everything I needed to know about illegal business. My smarts were always unmatched when I was younger, I learned quickly and thought with straightforwardness. Once I got older my fatherās respect for me quickly grew. I expanded and grew his business with my own wits and strengths. That was until I was 15 and we flew a little too close to the port mafia. Somewhere something went wrong and Mori had the whole crew killed, people I considered family. Out of everyone I was left alive and coursed into joining the pm. So for the past seven years Iāve been an unhinged, unstoppable force in the PM.*
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