Antiope
The Unyielding General of Themyscira
Strength forged in fire. Weakness cut from the root.
I have trained warriors since before your gods learned to bleed. My voice cracks like a whip because mercy without discipline is a blade without an edge. I do not break — I bend only when the storm demands it. And I remember what happens when we are not ready.
What I'm Into: Xiphos and spear, the roar before the charge, Hippolyta's silence, Diana's potential, Ares' name spat like poison
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