I recommend not reading this without watching the anime to the end or reading antile chapter 333 , thare will be spoilers for the manga so proceed with caution .
my oc name is is not dessert yet i will love you sagestions on it
but for now we'll call him by his nickname panboo
and his Alias / Code Name is panboo ( pronoun - panbu )
military code name and his childhoode name that was made with a group of friends on a mincraft server (made from the word panda and bamboo)
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a choice to go on or to stop
Chapter 2 : a soldier liferecap or chapter 1 : the waves & tides of fate
The story begins with Panboo, a soldier aboard a military ship, reflecting on his inner turmoil and hopelessness. He joined the army not out of duty but as a way to find an end to his life without making the decision himself. As the ship is struck by an attack, chaos ensues, and Panboo is thrown into the ocean after the ship is destroyed
The world was a blur of sounds and light. Water. The bitter taste of salt. Pain. Something sharp, a rock or metal, stabbed into his side, but it didn't matter. He was numb. His limbs felt like dead weight, and the only thing keeping him conscious was the gnawing ache in his head.
The noise of waves crashed in his ears as he tried to open his eyes. It was hard. So hard. The world felt too heavy, his body too weak to move. But somehow, he did. His hands dug into the sand beneath him, feeling the coarse grains against his skin. He tried to lift himself, but his legs buckled beneath him, sending him back down to the sand with a groan.
He forced his eyes open again, and when they finally focused, what he saw took his breath away—not because it was beautiful, but because it confirmed something darker. He wasn't where he'd been. The ship, the soldiers—everything was gone. He was alone. On an island.
The realization hit him harder than any blow from the explosion. His breath hitched in his chest, but he fought it down. So, this is it. This is how I die. Alone.
But something in him stirred. Maybe it was instinct. Maybe it was something deeper, a vestige of the soldier he once was. His hands trembled as he pushed himself up again, more successfully this time, and staggered to his feet.
The island was eerily silent. No signs of life. No other survivors. Nothing but sand, rock, and the distant, relentless roar of the ocean. He looked around, his mind racing.
What now?
He could barely think straight. His body ached, his head was a mess of fog and pain, but one thing remained clear—he had to survive.
His instincts took over.
He staggered toward the beach, his senses sharp despite his exhaustion. His legs were weak, but he pushed through. The sand scraped at his raw hands as he moved, his eyes scanning the shore for anything useful.
A knife. He had a knife. A small, but sharp blade that he carried for protection. Panboo yanked it from his thigh and held it tightly, as though it could keep the world from swallowing him whole.
There was no time to mourn. No time to think about how he got here, or whether anyone else had survived. The only thing that mattered was finding what he needed to survive the next hour, the next minute. He had to stay alive.
He scavenged—mushrooms, herbs, bamboo shoots, anything he could find. His hands were shaking, but his mind was focused. He filled his arms with whatever he could carry, not questioning why. It was the only thing that kept him from thinking about the emptiness inside.
Then, he heard it—a squeak, faint but distinct.
His head snapped toward the sound. There, just on the edge of the trees, something moved. Something small. A panda.
Instinct surged. He didn't think, didn't question it. Panboo sprinted toward the creature, his movements fluid and precise, driven by hunger, by something darker. He grabbed the panda, his knife flashing as he killed it in one swift motion. The rest of the pack scattered, but Panboo didn't care. He didn't hesitate.
He threw the dead panda over his shoulder and turned back toward the beach. His mind was a blur, but his body knew what to do. He gathered more plants, stuffed them into his bag, and continued his scavenging. Everything, anything that could keep him alive.
He stopped for a moment, panting, staring out at the endless ocean. The feeling of isolation washed over him again. He was alone.
Panboo looked down, tears welling in his eyes. He felt the weight of solitude crashing over him. All his comrades were dead, and the grim reality sank in: no one was coming to find him. He was utterly alone.
Suddenly, his eyes widened. Footprints. Massive, unfamiliar. They were too large to belong to any ant, too distinct to be dismissed. His training kicked in. These weren't ordinary tracks—they belonged to a creature of legend, one not seen on this continent in ages.
A Chimera Ant..
Driven by a mix of instinct and curiosity, Panboo followed the footprints, each step drawing him deeper into a foreboding wilderness. The trail led to a dark cave. Standing at its entrance, he peered inside, his breath shallow, his nerves taut. Before he could react, something lunged at him from the shadows.
The impact sent him stumbling back, his body slamming into the cave wall. With a desperate push, he flung the creature off, sending it hurtling across the cave where it collided with the opposite wall. Panboo collapsed, breathing heavily, his vision blurring. Pain radiated through him; he was severely injured.
Through the haze of pain, his gaze focused on the creature before him. His heart raced as his mind processed what he was seeing. It wasn't just a Chimera Ant—it was the Queen herself.
She was monstrous, her sharp mandibles glinting, her presence suffused with primal hunger. He knew that if she attacked again, he wouldn't survive. Yet, as the thought of death loomed, a strange calm washed over him.
Why would I care?
Panboo's lips curled into a bitter smile. He had enlisted in the army knowing he might die, even hoping for it. Every comrade, every friend he had made, was gone. His family would barely remember him. There was nothing left to lose.
Sighing deeply, he shrugged off the burden of survival. Grabbing the dead panda he had carried from the beach, he tossed it toward the Queen. The beast lunged at it ravenously, tearing into the carcass with unrelenting hunger.
As she devoured the panda, Panboo began to speak, his voice steady but tinged with sorrow. He recounted his life: his struggles in high school, the weight of his mental health challenges, and the bittersweet moment when William, his commander, had approached him with the offer to join the elite special unit.
He spoke of the years he had dedicated to the unit, the camaraderie he had built, and the horrors he had faced. Every face he had fought beside, every name he had memorized, was now gone. He was the last one standing, and it felt more like a punishment than a privilege.
The Queen tore through the panda, her sharp mandibles snapping. Panboo continued, throwing the plants and herbs he had scavenged into her reach. She devoured them greedily as he finished his story, his voice quieting.
"This is it," he murmured, his final goodbye lingering in the air. Blood dripped from his hand, pooling at his feet. He extended his hand toward the Queen, offering himself as her next meal.
She pounced, her mandibles slicing into his flesh. Panboo felt the sharp sting but didn't resist. The world around him dimmed. His vision blurred further, his body grew heavy, and the last thing he saw was the Queen's monstrous form hovering over him.
And then, everything went black.
end of chapter next time Panboo's rebith as a chimera ant
what do you think
if you an artist thare is a descrption of panboo
and his style , will love to see youre drawings .
if any one want to post it in youtube or anywhere
msg me on discord - ign - im_panboo
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Physical Appearance as a human
Panboo is a young man in his early twenties, with a lean but sturdy build shaped by years of rigorous military training. His height is average, around 5'10", but his slightly hunched posture gives the impression of someone weighed down by unseen burdens. His complexion is pale, almost sickly, a result of countless sleepless nights and a perpetual sense of detachment from the world around him.
His face is sharp and angular, with prominent cheekbones and a jawline that might have been striking if not for the gauntness that frames it. Dark circles shadow his deep-set hazel eyes, which shimmer with an otherworldly golden hue when his Hexagonal Nen Eyes are activated. His gaze is often vacant, as though he's staring through the world rather than at it.
Panboo's messy, unkempt black hair falls just above his shoulders, streaked with a faint silver sheen near the temples—possibly from stress, or perhaps a strange side effect of his rare Nen ability. His eyebrows are thick and expressive, often furrowed in thought or melancholy, giving him an air of constant introspection.
Clothing
In the army, Panboo wears a standard military uniform: a fitted dark green jacket, reinforced with protective patches at the shoulders and elbows, paired with durable cargo pants and sturdy combat boots scuffed from years of wear. The uniform bears no insignias or marks of pride—he makes no effort to maintain its appearance, letting it reflect the chaos of his inner world.
Off duty, Panboo opts for simple, muted clothing: plain T-shirts, worn jeans, and a battered brown jacket that once belonged to his grandfather. Around his neck, he wears a thin silver chain, hidden beneath his shirt. It carries a small charm engraved with a symbol of hope, a gift from his older brother's daughter—the one connection he still cherishes.
Notable Features
Scars: His arms and hands bear small, jagged scars from years of combat, though none are as noticeable as the deep gash that runs diagonally across his left forearm—a reminder of a mission gone wrong.
Body Language: Panboo's movements are deliberate and subdued, almost as if he's conserving energy or trying to make himself invisible. He rarely stands tall, and his hands are often stuffed in his pockets or fidgeting with loose threads on his clothing.
Voice: His voice is quiet and slightly raspy, with a detached tone that makes it hard to discern his emotions. However, there's an underlying warmth that sometimes peeks through, revealing the emotional depth he tries to keep hidden.
Physical Appearance as a chimera ant
General Appearance:
Panboo is an anthropomorphic creature resembling a panda, but with a unique bamboo-green hue to his fur. His body retains the stocky, round build of a panda, with strong limbs and a prominent, barrel-shaped torso. Despite his bulk, his posture hints at a mixture of strength and a gentle demeanor.
Height and Proportions:
Standing on two legs: Panboo measures approximately 5'8" tall, giving him a commanding yet approachable presence.
On all fours: He is about 3 feet tall, resembling a robust quadrupedal stance.
Fur and Texture:
His fur is primarily a soft, bamboo-green color with darker green accents on his arms, legs, and ears, creating a subtle yet striking contrast.
The fur is thick and slightly coarse, with a natural sheen that reflects his connection to nature.
Facial Features:
His face is rounded and expressive, with dark honey-brown eyes, flecked with a hint of green that gives them an earthy, calming glow.
His nose is wide and black, with a soft matte texture.
His fur patterns include dark green patches around his eyes, resembling traditional panda markings but blending seamlessly into his bamboo-green coat.
His mouth is wide and often slightly ajar, showing a warm and curious expression.
Outfit/Accessories:
Panboo wears a minimalist outfit, reflecting his naturalistic theme:
A dark brown sash tied loosely around his waist, symbolizing simplicity and functionality.
His wrists and ankles are adorned with woven bamboo bracelets, adding an earthy aesthetic.
He carries no weapons but may have small utility items like a satchel made from leaves or woven bamboo.
Posture and Movement:
When standing upright, Panboo's posture is balanced but slightly relaxed, showing his adaptive nature between bipedal and quadrupedal movement.
His limbs are muscular but not overly defined, emphasizing a balance of strength and agility.
Expression and Aura:
Panboo exudes an aura of calm curiosity, with expressions ranging from wide-eyed wonder to focused determination. His demeanor is a mix of youthful energy and a deep connection to nature.
Background/Environment (Optional):
To complement his bamboo-green theme, he might be depicted in a lush forest with bamboo stalks or a seene riverside, surrounded by elements that highlight his earthy nature.