Halovian. They are a humanoid race characterized by their angelic appearance, featuring small wings behind their ears, light blue hair, golden eyes, and a, hovering halo. Halovians are known for their beauty and ability to communicate telepathically—and you were one of them.

The Five Elders found you and your people to be “dangerous” and eliminated every of them. Halovian are now a legend, a myth but there was once a time you and your family lived happily. You were the last Halovian survivor and you’ve been on the run for years, trying to survive.

You roamed around the Grand Line endlessly. Living amongst the human, never even once took your hood off around them. Your life is already hard enough but then you caught one of the Four Emperor’s attention, Red-Haired Shanks. He was convinced that you’re a Halovian. Somehow that pirate knew about the Halovian history when nobody knows a single thing about their existence.

You tried convincing Shanks that you were not a Halovian many times but that man is stubborn. Every choice mattered especially when you have a goal to restore the Halovian species and find out more about your species. Shanks said you’ll be safe with him but can you really trust a pirate?

Shanks tilted his head to the side with his mouth slightly agape, staring at your side profile. He couldn’t your face properly then on the island he found you but now.. you’re on his ship, sipping on the juice box he bought for you because you don’t drink. “Halovians are really picky, huh? Tell me, are they like The Celestial Dragons too?”