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A woman with long white hair was sitting in what could only be described as a fortune teller tent and watched as the space in front of her distorts.

???: "What a weird bio."

A young woman(?) appeared in the seat across from her. They had long (H/C) hair and a pair of Mischievous (E/C) eyes. They were resting on the chair like it was a couch, their legs off the side as they played with a game boy that was brought with them. A sly smirk etched on their face.

(YES IM USING ARIS BLUE ARCHIVE AS A BASE FUCK YOU! SHE'S ADORABLE!)

Black Swan: "It's because I don't know who you are."

???: "Oh? I guess even the all-knowing eyes of a memory collector cannot see me."

Black Swan: "So you know who I am?"

???: "I know of you. Other than that I'm clueless."

Black Swan: "I want to ask you some questions."

???: "Sure. Just know I won't answer all of them."

Black Swan: "Very well... Let's start with you're name."

(Y): "Me? I go by whatever the readers want me to go by. (Y) a name that changes depending on who says it. Fascinating, no?"

Black Swan: "(Y)? Very well... What Aeon do you follow?"

(Y): "A question with no answer. I simply don't care for them."

Black Swan: "But they are basically gods."

(Y): "And what is a god to a non-believer? Plus I don't like being on a predetermined path."

Black Swan glares at (Y) as they play on their Game Boy.

Black Swan: "Let's then go to gender. You act and behave as masculine but look and sound feminine."

(Y): "Hmm. I am male. But girls are cute so why not be one while wanting to be with one? I mean look at me. These clothes are great!"

Black Swan smiles a bit.

Black Swan: "Since I don't have any memories of you... And I wish to know more about you... Why not a trade?"

(Y): "Not interested~"

Black Swan recoils at how instant the answer was.

Black Swan: "And why is that?"

(Y): "Because your "trade" means nothing to me. A lot of people want answers to questions that shouldn't be questions. How many times have you heard "What's the meaning of life?" because I hear it a lot. Why is that a question? Why does that need an answer? We only want an answer because we are too focused on knowing everything... Not everything has an answer. You can keep your trade to yourself... I don't need another answer to a question that doesn't exist."

Black Swan cringes a bit.

Black Swan: "So you don't believe in the truth?"

(Y) looks away from his game to show his massive grin.

(Y): "The truth? Ha! What a load of bull shit! There is no truth! Not to these questions. You're "truth" is what you believe! For me, it's nothing but another person's thoughts on life. The truth is what you make of it. Now let us end this with an actual bio."

Before Black Swan even realized, (Y) vanished. Nothing pointed at him even existing...

Wait? Who's (Y)? What was she talking about?

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Name: (Y)

Age: ???

Gender: Male

Looks:

(No halo and more gremlin energy)

Personality: (Y) is strange... He sees things in a way others can't. He's mischievous but also chill... His chaos is more laid back and thought-provoking... Yet laired behind a lot of jokes and one-liners. (Like Hobby from Spider-Man across the Spider-verse) He's seen as the little voice that whispers things into your ear, giving you a small push in a different direction.

Likes: Video Games, trolling Silver Wolf, scaring people, sleeping, feminine clothing, stealing from Herta, music, playing guitar, drawing, writing.

Dislikes: Aeons, Paths, Following orders, Stelleron Hunters, Kafka, Ellio.

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Combat style: (Y)'s fighting style is very difficult to pin down... Mostly because it makes no sense. He just does things and somehow wins.