Manta Masters

Divine Word College Of Legazpi, Attended 1997 - 2007, Class of 2007

Ateneo De Naga University, Attended 2007 - Present, Other

Student, Frost Dragon Lord

The VKP (Valendia Knights of the Peace), The "10"

Drawing, Eating, Alchemy, Sleeping, Destroying stuff, Turning the Dead into Undead, World Domination

Whatever that has enough of the following: mystery, suspense, murders, magic, weapons, heavy machinery(particularly gigantic robots), undead, pirates, ninjas, dragons, and humor

Whatever that has enough of the following: mystery, suspense, murders, magic, weapons, heavy machinery(particularly gigantic robots), undead, pirates, ninjas, dragons, and humor

Depends on my mood

none.(television will ROT your BRAIN!)...but I do like anime

Virgo

Full Name: Manta Maximillian Drake Lance Forsythe Masters VI
Nickname: Manta
Race: Half-Dragon incarnation of an amnesiac God, Slightly inclined towards the Undead
Weapon: Soul of Birostris [Scythe, Spear, Blades, Elemental Orb, Chain, Mask]
Elemental Affinity: Frost
Guardian Beast/ Pet: A Frost Dragon named Sparkles M. Khellendros
Data: Born in the Mortal Plane of Existence under the name "Jeriel Josh R. Bonacua", Manta lived a normal life in a loving environment. During his early childhood, his unusual abilities and strange way of thinking became apparent. He tinkered with his toys, his favorite being those that he assembles himself, then making completely different creatures out of the desirable parts of his other toys. He was always shy and sat with only a few other children, if not alone. Although silent, he bested the other children, and was recognized as one of the best. However, his supremacy did not last forever. When he was 9 years old, a new kid came to his school. The kid was everything that Manta wanted to be at the time, and viewed him as a rival. After being defeated time and time again, Manta admitted defeat, but the kid, seeing his potential, took him under his wing. After two years of intense training, the mortal "Josh" was given the name "Manta" by his master, the "Protagonist". Two more years passed, and then the Protagonist left Manta to pursue his own goals, instructing his disciple to continue training on his own. Now, four years later, the 17-year-old Manta still strives to complete his training, travelling through other worlds with his pet dragon, meeting new people, forming new friendships, and helping those in need. All the while remaining vigilant for news of his master, and searching for the one that would make his frozen heart whole...

One of the three Monsters:

The Monster's Hand, who initiates all action.

He jumps between the background and foreground, doing great and unspeakable things in complete silence.

Controls the actions of mortals using his own words and actions, making them his puppets in his grand masquerade that is life itself.

Has complete mastery over some things, but is abysmally worthless at others. He makes mortals do his bidding unknowingly through persuasion and trickery, therefore compensating his own incompetence.

Thoughts:

When you are in Hell, only the Devil can help you.

Everyone grows up to die.

I believe ghosts do not exist, for I have never experienced an encounter with them. The same goes for "Love".

Friends are not just friends. They are like Family. And vice versa

The Goddess of Fate is forever against me.

Wise men speak because they have something to say. Fools speak because they have to say something.

The nerds shall inherit the world. Then the Undead shall rule it.

Trust is like a glass of water. Once it is spilled wastefully, it is near impossible to return it to its exact previous state. And you'll soon regret it.

We are all misunderstood in our own rights. Stop using this as an excuse.

Everyone deserves Death. Most deserve to receive it earlier. But only a few deserve Undeath, the True Immortality.

Never make promises because "Promises are made to be broken". An ingeniously cunning statement, but a worthless excuse.

Welcome to my World. Be thankful that you've been granted passage into it.

An empty glass of water is the same as a full one. Want me to prove it to you? Meheheheheh...

Art is a bang!