Some remastered drawings and new things.
Gingilinks: Gingerbread relatives of the Familinks. They can take more hits, but aren't as good at pummeling foes into submission.
Ability: Confectioner.
Tirbynaie: Experiment No. 2.: Pride.
Gender: ??? (pronouns: he/she/they/it/yes)
CPA: Light, Mike, Crash, Parasol, Laser, Paper, Ninja, Cook, Festival.
Very introverted. Almost never speaks. Can contort his face (in a familiar manner) in strange ways. Seems to enjoy being around
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Being a Kirby, she enjoys eating, but also is great at cooking. sometimes is seen with piercing yellow eyes. On the rare chance that they do speak, its voice speaks in such a way, that yes'ss gender still is never apparent. Not even they know. They are still pretty friendly to others, but they won't show mercy to anyone that harms
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Limoura: Experiment No. 4.: Sloth
Gender: Female
CPA: Sleep.
She is usually fast asleep, yet somehow attentive, since she seems to see with her VR headset. She is supportive, but very weak. Tends to assimilate hundreds of metal boxes to use as a mass to carry out security protocols. It seems odd that she is a sickly shade of green, and what's with the liquid under her headset? She never takes it off...
Rexipeacers: The First of the Seven Harbingers. Embodies Famine. Wields powerful weaponry, but has only average strength (which is incredibly weak by the standards of the harbingers) and not many other special abilities. He is by far the youngest of all of the harbingers, at only aprox. 3,000,000,000 years old (which is around 15-18 when put in comparison to the lifespan of a human). He wields a sword and a bow. He is perpetually starving, yet food immediately dissolves when it drops into his stomach. His face is also obscured by shadows, and he seems to hate when someone pulls it off...that's probably for the best...
Acephedige: The Second of the Seven Harbingers, she embodies natural disasters. Of all the Harbingers, she is by far the tallest, with her rather long and thin limbs, floating head, and antlers. She is the 4th youngest/oldest (22 prpot) of the Harbingers. Wields a kama and dagger, both fashioned from ice. She also is capable of geoekeniess, such as causing landslides, and launching boulders. Of note is the fact that her head isn't attached to her body, which is capable of spitting icicles. She does NOT like physical contact with others. Is kind of a geek about plant life, and has quite a few in her collection.
Blisstelei: The Third of the Seven. Embodies Pestilence. Wields a rapier disguised as a "medical" staff. She also carries some syringes that she uses as darts. She is the second youngest of the seven (prptn: 18-20). She seems incredibly interested in medical science. She also is really interested in dissecting and studying other organisms, and has created an entire encyclopedia of every organism (living or dead, mechanical or ethereal). She is skilled in rapier combat and shooting poisonous globs of acid at enemies from her bird-like mouth. Her face looks like a mask, but the only thing that isn't organic are her glasses.
Pajegunk: Harbinger number 4. Embodies Pollution. Attacks with a lighter and aerosol. His rider (a broom-like device for convenience of travel) is made to emit toxic smoke that also can be ignited. He is the third youngest of the seven (20-21 prp). He enjoys studying mechanical creatures and devices. He also is really into graffiti art.
Frattle: Harbinger number 5. Embodies War. Combat Maniac. Is the 3rd oldest of the seven (27-30 prp). Wields a broadsword that is always white-hot and a GRENADE LAUNCHER. Despite embodying War, he's pretty chill. He does keep some repressed anger, but he's good at keeping it under wraps. He has conversed with many to share his wisdom in how to win fights tactically. Has a bit of a rivalry with Memominer due to their disagreement with battle strats.
Memominer: The 6th Harbinger. Embodies Conquest. Second oldest of them all (2,000,000 prp). Attacks with summoned creatures manifested from the memories of those he simply looks at. He is very tactical in his battle strategies and has any underhanded tactics, such as eye lasers and shots, bombs, and summoning previous *final* bosses. He is very stoic, but seems to be good friends with Reavequirmm. The concerning thing is that the illusions all seem to still retain their consciousness...
Hypotraumus: Memominer's a second form, Now equipped with more weaponry and improved attacks. It only awakens after he has been beaten by "The Hero". As it turns out, the illusions he summons contain a small part of the soul of whoever the illusion is of, as he pulls shatters that part from the afterlife, and use it to fuel the illusion.
Reavequirimm: The last and oldest of the Seven Harbingers (37,000,000,000 prp.). He embodies death. Attacks with a scythe. He is cold and ruthless. He seeks to bring about... something, but only the Seven know what exactly. He snaps at others often, and takes joy from harming others, including harming children without justification, such as manufacturing the Candy "Ability", to kill Kirby in an incredibly slow and painful way. He seems to only want to bring out something... and he seems to worship some sort of dark being... probably just some random evil dark god, or pawn of Zero or something... He is incredibly ruthless though...📁︎📂︎📁︎📁︎📂︎📁︎📁︎📁︎📁︎📂︎📁︎📁︎📁︎📂︎📁︎📂︎📁︎📁︎📂︎📁︎📁︎📁︎📁︎📁︎📁︎📂︎📁︎📁︎📁︎📂︎📁︎📁︎📁︎📂︎📁︎📁︎📂︎📂︎📂︎📂︎📁︎📂︎📁︎📁︎📁︎📂︎📁︎📂︎📁︎📂︎📁︎📂︎📁︎📁︎📂︎📂︎📁︎📁︎📂︎📁︎📁︎📁︎📁︎📁︎📁︎📂︎📁︎📁︎📂︎📂︎📂︎📁︎📁︎📂︎📁︎📁︎📂︎📂︎📂︎📂︎📁︎📂︎📁︎📂︎📁︎📂︎📁︎📁︎📁︎📁︎📂︎📁︎📂︎📂︎📂︎📁︎📁︎📁︎📂︎📁︎📁︎📁︎📁︎📁︎📁︎📂︎📁︎📁︎📂︎📁︎📁︎📁︎📁︎📂︎📁︎📁︎📁︎📂︎📁︎📂︎📁︎📁︎📂︎📁︎📁︎📁︎📁︎📁︎📁︎📂︎📁︎📂︎📁︎📂︎📂︎📂︎📁︎📂︎📁︎📁︎📂︎📂︎📂︎📂︎📁︎📂︎📁︎📂︎📁︎📁︎📂︎📁︎📁︎📂︎📁︎📂︎📁︎📁︎📂︎📂︎📁︎📂︎📁︎📁︎📂︎📁︎📁︎📁︎📁︎📂︎📁︎📁︎📂︎📁︎📁︎📂︎📁︎📂︎📁︎📂︎📁︎📁︎📁︎📁︎📁︎📂︎📁︎📂︎📁︎📁︎📂︎📂︎📁︎📁︎📂︎📁︎📁︎📁︎📁︎📁︎📁︎📂︎📁︎📁︎📂︎📂︎📂︎📁︎📁︎📂︎📁︎📁︎📂︎📂︎📂︎📂︎📁︎📂︎📁︎📁︎📁︎📁︎📂︎📂︎📁︎📂︎📁︎📂︎📁︎📁︎📁︎📂︎📁︎📂︎📁︎📂︎📂︎📁︎📁︎📁︎📁︎📂︎📁︎📁︎📁︎📂︎📁︎📂︎📁︎📂︎📁︎📁︎📂︎📁︎📂︎📂︎📁︎📂︎📁︎📁︎📁︎📂︎📁︎📂︎📁︎📂︎📁︎📂︎📁︎📂︎📁︎📁︎📁︎📂︎📁︎📂︎📂︎📁︎📂︎📁︎📁︎📁︎📂︎📁︎📂︎📂︎📁︎📁︎📁︎📁︎📂︎📁︎📁︎📁︎📁︎📁︎📁︎📂︎📁︎📂︎📁︎📂︎📁︎📁︎📁︎📂︎📁︎📁︎📂︎📁︎📁︎📁︎📁︎📂︎📁︎📁︎📁︎📂︎📁︎📂︎📁︎📁︎📂︎📁︎📁︎📁︎📁︎📁︎📁︎📂︎📁︎📁︎📁︎📁︎📂︎📁︎📁︎📂︎📁︎📁︎📁︎📂︎📁︎📂︎📁︎📂︎📁︎📁︎📂︎📁︎📁︎📂︎📁︎📂︎📁︎📁︎📂︎📂︎📂︎📁︎📁︎📂︎📁︎📁︎📁︎📂︎📂︎📂︎📁︎📁︎📂︎📁︎📁︎📁︎📁︎📁︎📁︎📂︎📁︎📁︎📂︎📂︎📂︎📂︎📁︎📂︎📁︎📁︎📁︎📂︎📂︎📁︎📁︎📁︎📂︎📁︎📁︎📁︎📁︎📁︎📁︎📂︎📁︎📁︎📁︎📁︎📁︎📂︎📁︎📂︎📁︎📂︎📁︎📁︎📁︎📁︎📁︎📂︎📁︎📁︎📂︎📂︎📂︎📂︎📁︎📂︎📁︎📁︎📁︎📁︎📂︎📂︎📁︎📂︎📁︎📁︎📁︎📁︎📁︎📂︎📁︎📂︎📁︎📁︎📂︎📂︎📁︎📁︎📁︎📂︎📁︎📂︎📁︎📁︎📁︎📁︎📁︎📂︎📁︎📂︎📁︎📁︎📂︎📂︎📁︎📂︎📁︎📂︎📂︎📁︎📁︎📂︎📁︎📂︎📁︎📁︎📁︎📂︎📁︎📂︎📁︎📁︎📂︎📁︎📂︎📂︎📂︎📁︎📁︎📁︎📂︎📁︎📁︎📁︎📁︎📁︎📁︎📂︎📁︎📂︎📁︎📂︎📁︎📁︎📁︎📂︎📁︎📁︎📂︎📁︎📁︎📁︎📁︎📂︎📁︎📁︎📁︎📂︎📁︎📂︎📁︎📁︎📂︎📁︎📁︎📁︎📁︎📁︎📁︎📂︎📁︎📁︎📁︎📁︎📂︎📁︎📁︎📂︎📁︎📂︎📁︎📁︎📂︎📁︎📁︎📂︎📁︎📁︎📂︎📁︎📁︎📂︎📁︎📂︎📁︎📁︎📂︎📂︎📂︎📁︎📁︎📂︎📁︎📁︎📁︎📂︎📂︎📂︎📁︎📂︎📁︎📁︎📁︎📂︎📁︎📂︎📁︎📂︎📁︎📂︎📁︎📁︎📂︎📁︎📁︎📁︎📂︎📁︎📁︎📁︎📁︎📁︎📁︎📂︎📁︎📁︎📂︎📂︎📂︎📂︎📁︎📂︎📁︎📁︎📁︎📂︎📂︎📁︎📁︎📁︎📂︎📁︎📁︎📁︎📁︎📁︎📁︎📂︎📁︎📂︎📁︎📂︎📁︎📁︎📁︎📂︎📁︎📁︎📂︎📁︎📁︎📁︎📁︎📂︎📁︎📁︎📁︎📂︎📁︎📂︎📁︎📁︎📂︎📁︎📁︎📁︎📁︎📁︎📁︎📂︎📁︎📁︎📁︎📂︎📁︎📂︎📁︎📂︎📁︎📁︎📂︎📂︎📂︎📁︎📁︎📂︎📁︎📁︎📁︎📂︎📁︎📁︎📁︎📁︎📂︎📁︎📂︎📂︎📂︎📁︎📁︎📁︎📂︎📁︎📁︎📁︎📁︎📁︎📁︎📂︎📁︎📂︎📁︎📂︎📁︎📁︎📁︎📂︎📁︎📁︎📂︎📁︎📁︎📁︎📁︎📂︎📁︎📁︎📁︎📂︎📁︎📂︎📁︎📁︎📂︎📁︎📁︎📁︎📁︎📁︎📁︎📂︎📁︎📂︎📁︎📂︎📁︎📁︎📁︎📂︎📁︎📂︎📁︎📁︎📂︎📁︎📁︎📂︎📁︎📂︎📁︎📂︎📁︎📂︎📁︎📂︎📁︎📁︎📁︎📂︎📁︎📂︎📁︎📁︎📂︎📁︎📁︎📁︎📁︎📁︎📁︎📂︎📁︎📁︎📂︎📂︎📁︎📂︎📁︎📂︎📁︎📁︎📂︎📂︎📂︎📂︎📁︎📂︎📁︎📁︎📂︎📂︎📂︎📁︎📁︎📂︎📁︎📂︎📁︎📁︎📂︎📂︎📁︎📂︎📁︎📂︎📁︎📂︎📁︎📁︎📁︎📂︎📁︎📁︎📁︎📂︎📁︎📂︎📁︎📂︎📁︎📂︎📁︎📁︎📂︎📁︎📁︎📁︎📂︎📁︎📂︎📂︎📂︎📁︎