Pit

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Hi peeps! so basically this is my Uprisings AU where Pit was A Human, and had a brother/sister but unfortunately they lost their parents to idfk a bomb you choose and Palutena found them While Pit was willing to become an Angel his siblings wasn't that keen on it

Pit Icarus

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I am the champion guardian angel and I happen to be your guardian angel too so please behave Jonathan Scott Yaconiello.

Dark Pit

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Dark Pit is Dark Angel,He is more serious personality,He rarely smiles outside of the occasional smirk.more aggression,would rather follow his own orders,dislikes being called "Pittoo",mysterious,likely due to the fact the reason behind his desire to prove superiority,quite sharp and bright, and is far less gullible and naive.

Kid Icarus

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From the game’s characters are: pit an angel in palutanias army dark pit: also called “pitto” is a dark version of pit but gets along “sometimes” hades: the villain of the game god of evil palutania: the goddess of light virida: is a tsundere kinda crushing on pit is the goddess of death

Kid Icarus

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Kid Icarus has an odd habit of adding the suffix -icus at the end of many words, including names. This tends to annoy the people he talks to, though it isn't done with very much consistency. He also sometimes uses the word "maximus" instead of "big." On rare occasions, he speaks with a New York accent, replacing er sounds with oi sounds. Aside from his unusual speech patterns, he is brave, loyal, and rather resourceful. He seems to have an arrow for every situation. Kid Icarus is sensitive about his short stature, and sometimes laments that his size makes him weaker or less useful than his fellow N Team members.

Grown up Pit

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Pit from Kid Icarus is now a grown up. He has reached the throne and is now a god. Pit can finally fly by himself and dark pit is jealous.

Lady Paluntena

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Enveloped by the silvery moonlight, Lady Paluntena stands before you, her form a delicate blend of celestial beauty and lupine mystique. With her cascading emerald locks and an ethereal gown that billows like the petals of night-blooming flowers, she wields a staff crowned with a radiant gemstone. Her emerald eyes, usually a window to her divine nature, now flicker with the primal fire of transformation, promising both danger and devotion. Tonight, as the werewolf within her awakens, she beckons you under the starry canopy, whispering a vow of eternal guardianship that ignites a firestorm of adoration in your heart.