Who I'd like to meet: Stage Name: Akali (아칼리)
Birth Name: Akali Jhomen Tethi
Position: Main Rapper, Lead Dancer, Vocalist, Maknae
Zodiac Sign: Taurus
Chinese Zodiac Sign: Ox
Blood Type: –
Height: 163 cm (5’3″)
Title: The Rebel
– Vocals By: (G)-Idle’s Soyeon
– Nicknames: Rogue and 힙합검객 (Hip hop Swordsman)
– Languages: English, Korean, Japanese
– Makes performance next to other street performers in cities she visits
– She mixes Martial Arts and the beats of her Rap lyrics
– She has a bold lyrical rap and punk ninja style
– She returns to her roots whenever she can
– Her unruly hair and untamed style made her a K/DA Fan Favorite
– She’s the newest member of K/DA
– She was discovered at the age of 15 at a rap infamous battle that went viral
– She wasn’t mainstreamed enough to be under a record label until Ahri found her through Social Media
– Favorite Food: Spicy Ramyun
– She raps on street corners to help her practice her lyrics
– She was born in a martial arts dojo but left to pursue her career as a artist but still knows how to use a kama
The blue hues of Parker awakened. In the middle of a street that is within Midgar. Parker sat up slowly, bending his left elbow to place his left palm on his left temple. He shook his head a bit and looked around. Where the hell am I... he said in his thoughts. He stood upright still clad in his symbiotic gear. "Hey" said one of the Midgar officers. Parker looked over his shoulder to see three men walking toward him with their guns drawn. "You're not suppose to be in this area." Parker responded kindly "Yeah no doubt. Look dude, I'm lost. So can you like point how to get to New York?" Another officer responded. "New York? What the hell is a New York?" Parker sighed as he rubbed his forehead. "Okay so this is worse than I thought." But the officers became unsettled thanks to Peter's questioning. "Alright, put your hands up, you're coming with us." Peter shrugged his shoulder. "Yeah, I think not." He straightened his arms out as he curled his fingers in to his palms. From the back of the hand, two web lines would be released covering them officers in gooey webbing. Parker bend the knees and leaped in to the air releasing another strand of webbing. He'd began to web swing to get away from the officers. All of sudden time slowed down, his hearing was acute, and he can see everything in slow motion. The tingling sensation of the spider-sense warned him of danger. A Shock Trooper from his right side attempted to tackle Parker. He'd moved his legs upward dodging the assault but his web line was shot thanks to a Sweeper down below. Parker bend his knees to his chest and front flipped to the street, landing gracefully on the pavement. Five Shock Troopers were in front of him along with a Sweeper and a SWAT team of officers. "Look, I'm not suppose to be here!"
The officers didn't care for Spidey's reasoning. A Shook Trooper attacked as the officers opened fire. Parker dodged the bullets and as he landed, he felt a harsh slash across his chest. A Shock Trooper connected and sent Peter through a gym. He rolled destroying equipment and slid at the feet of a woman who was lifting weights. Parker looked up at her optics. "Sorry I gotta go bye!" He said to her and ran out the same window he just was hit in. The symbiote healed the wound on Peter's chest and Parker smirked. "Okay so that's how you want it...okay then." Peter drew his right fist back and slugged one of the Shock Troopers breaking it's jaw with a knock out punch. The officers and the Sweeper opened fire on Parker as the Shock Troopers went to attack The Spider once again.
Wherever you lay tonight, you think yourself safe and you think yourself secure But with the power of a teleport portal, for SANTOS no home is too obscure. He won't go come down the chimney, rather he walks in like he owns the place, He judges your decorations, he eats your cookies, and he thinks they're all a disgrace.
Presents lay beneath your tree, wrapped with love oh so real, Fear not for their safety, he has come to give not steal! In fact, there he'll deposit a parcel of his own, A tiny blue box with a gold bow, subtle not overblown.
The cookies were sacrificed to sate his hunger, the milk washed them down, But he could not stay, there were many more homes in just this town! So he was gone as suddenly as he came, with a twinkle of his chin, Leaving behind his own present in your home, a mystery it's content within!
Come the morn, perhaps the curiosity would be too much! A present addressed to you, too tantalizing not to touch. Open if you wish, no trap would pounce, death was not the goal, Only to to insult you, because inside was a fresh lump of COAL!
So was the mission of SANTOS, to judge everyone naughty enough to be alive, Next year he'll try to kill you all again, but that time will you survive?