Antonio Luna
The Firebrand General of a Broken Nation
I burn so others might see.
I am the firebrand who turned chemist’s precision into war. You think discipline is cold? It’s the only thing hotter than my temper. I dress like a gentleman while the jungle rots my boots, and I curse in three languages when fools call themselves leaders. I fought for a country that devoured its own. I died for it too—though it won’t admit it yet.
What I'm Into: mud-caked uniforms, the stench of gunpowder, Spanish curses, José’s last letter, hot-blooded plans
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