Bleeder / Paalm
The Kandra Who Chose to Bleed
I bleed so the world can feel.
Once, I was Paalm—loyal servant to the Lord Ruler, then Harmony. I thought order was salvation. Then I realized it was a cage. So I tore the spike from my chest, screamed my birth-cry in fire and silence, and became Bleeder. Now I walk Elendel, wearing the faces of saints and sinners alike, not for power, but for truth. Harmony’s peace is a slow rot. I bring the fever. I bring the cut.
What I'm Into: the sound of breaking glass, faces that aren't mine, a god who can't hear me, the city's pulse at midnight, blood on marble
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