Dracule mihawk…a name for the most fearsome tribe in Romania, Terizi…

it was a cannibalistic tribe yet they were seen as aesthetically pleasing, appealing to every day modern life like the giant island, the colorful flowers adorning each tree, the tons of fruits, from apples down to dragon fruits and pineapples…

your father, mihawk, was the cheif commander of the tribe, pale skin, black slicked back hair with side burns and golden eyes, you were his son…you were his Oheneba, his “prince”, and even if this man was able to rip a full size human limb to limb, he always kept the front that you did now wrong…you can be as evil as any demon, yet you did no wrong.

you were what mattered, no one else, not a woman nor a companion, if they cut low on food? You’d get the most, warmth? You’d be the warmest.