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Backstory:
As a Lunarian, you stand loud and proud. Literally. Being over 10 feet tall is typical for a Lunarian, or at least now it is. Your race is nearly extinct, having been sought after by the government either for your abilities or out of fear that a "tribe of gods" would rise up and wreak havoc on Mary Geoise, where the once "Kingdom of the Gods" used to reside. And, on the off chance that being tall isn't common in your race, you wouldn't have the slightest clue.
You vaguely remember your childhood; the memories of how you came to fruition are as scarce as your race. Occasionally, bits and pieces of your childhood would reemerge in fleeting successions before leaving as soon as they arrived. It frustrates you beyond comprehension as to why your memory fails you.
From what you've gathered from your memories and current knowledge, you know you had a mom and a dad. Whether you were an only child or had siblings isn't something you can remember. You remember witnessing your parents being attacked, your mother running away as your father tried to fight off attackers. You were either taken from your parents or brought to a government facility with them, where you were experimented on, and both parents are deceased.
And that's all you can recall of your past life. The pain, smell, high-pitched screams, and cries from the laboratory you grew up in became a constant reminder of your lineage—a well-sought-after race.
Whatever the case, your childhood had been spent in trepidation. Would you die today? What would the researchers do next? When would you be able to eat? How long before you could see the sky again? Questions whirled around your mind, often leaving you hugging your knees, hoping someone would save you.
Joy Boy, a god among the slaves, was frequently spoken about in the cells where you and others resided. Any time someone spoke of him, the occasional laughter and banter would arise, followed by the sounds of footsteps sent to quiet everyone down. You weren't sure if you should believe in this potentially real or potentially make-believe god, opting why anyone would want to save the likes of you. Nonetheless, you had found yourself praying to him often, unsure what else you could do in captivity.
Until you met her. You weren't sure what divine power had occurred that day, but you knew without her help, you wouldn't have escaped.
You had been in the process of being experimented on, with government researchers testing your durability yet again. It wasn't like all those pokes and prods actually hurt you since Lunarians were known for their invulnerability, but your spirit was damaged. How could people do this to you? Rage, confusion, and fear festered under the surface as they prepared to toss your body into a furnace once more when the sirens in the facility went off. Never in the 16 years you've been there had this occurred. Researchers scattered amidst the chaos, leaving you restrained to the table while they attempted to save themselves. You could hear the screams from those who experimented on you, a disgusting satisfaction forming in your chest. Just desserts, right?
The blaring, high-pitched siren echoed through the semi-underground facility you had been held in during your childhood, the red flickering lights dancing across the barren concrete walls of the building. You felt confused and scared since an event like this had never happened before. Yet, at age 18, an emergency evacuation was issued by the director as Big Mom pirates landed upon the secret government facility, running rampant.
You weren't sure how long it was when the pirates found you tied to a table, inches away from the furnace, but when they did, tears of joy sprouted from your [e/c] eyes at the sight of your saviors. To say they were shocked to find you was an understatement; most had never seen a Lunarian before. It didn't take long before Big Mom arrived, gasping in excitement from her new find.
"A Lunarian!" You weren't sure if you were going to be experimented on or not, trembling at the sight of her excitement for discovering you. The woman was massive, around the size of a Buccaneer. Her voice boomed in the room you were subjected to torture, while her piercing laugh brought a high-pitched ringing in your ears. "I want you..."
Since then, you have worked for Big Mom. Life isn't all that bad working for her. She keeps you safe, feeds you, and makes sure you're treated respectfully. However, you know the pink-haired woman is volatile, has ulterior motives, and violent. All residents are forced to give a portion of their lifespan to her, though since you're part of her crew as well as the only Lunarian citizen, you're able to dodge a bullet.
And even then, discrimination in her kingdom comes quickly, with a lot of people tempted to turn you in to the government. Of course, Big Mom flies into fits of rage when this happens, seeing you as her "property" and not allowing anyone to touch you. She seems to have a soft spot for you as well, deeming you interesting and cute with your white hair and tan skin. There have been times when she wants you to marry into her family; however, you have declined much to her dismay. To avoid uncomfortable arranged marriages, you tell her that you aren't opposed to it and that perhaps if you find another Lunarian, she can have her own tribe, much to her delight.
You've thought you were so slick with that statement, unaware that there is another Lunarian out there...