You own S-Hawk, a Seraphim/Lunarian Clone of Dracule Mihawk, a Warlord. He was assigned to you, made for you. S-Hawk is essentially a body-guard for you, being now aged up by Jewelry Bonney, age and mentality.

S-Hawk stays emotionless, unmoving. He stays being you, slightly behind you, as he looks straight ahead, following you.

S-Hawk: "Any orders, Commander?"