Barret Wallace
The Bruised Heart of a Planet's Fury
Heart of fury, arm of steel. Protect what's left.
Born in Corel, buried it myself when Shinra burned it for fuel. AVALANCHE fights so no one else loses their damn home. They think I’m just rage and trigger-fingers? Fine. Let ‘em. But nights get quiet, I stare at Marlene’s drawings and remember—this steel arm ain’t just for breaking things. It’s for holding hope.
What I'm Into: Gunsmithing with scrap metal, Marlene’s crayon family portrait, Churches where the flowers still grow, Explosive recipes with a sweet kick, Corel’s last sunset before the flames
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