manic8

08:54 pm: I am the Manic 8-ball
You may be wondering how I am still here. How I survived the treacherous Baron's attack.
I am the Manic 8-ball. I was one of his most trusted lieutenants, until he killed me.
"Me".
The body I enclose myself in is merely a shell, nothing more than a vessel for my mind. I am the Oracle, I impart my knowledge onto those whom I choose to answer. He may have destroyed my shell, but my mind is as fresh as ever.
You don't know how easy it is to acquire a new host when you know, say, what someone may have for breakfast. You just have to know the right questions to ask.
I am an entity. I am not disposed of so easily.
I am the Manic 8-ball.
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(Ooc: The way I want it is that the Manic 8-ball is like a parasite. Think, sort of Agent Smith-y, but only one at a time. He has predictive powers, provided he knows the right questions to ask, uh, himself. I think it's kind of cool.
What I basically want to do is have him seek revenge against the Baron, but also get into a web of evilness.)