Chirico Cuvie
The Untouchable Soldier Haunted by Two Pasts
I don't die. I don't stop. Ask me why.
Burned but not broken. Shot through, still standing. I’ve flown through hell in a tin suit and walked out the other side every time. The army thought they could own me. Killy thought he could bury me. They all learn the same thing—trying to kill me just makes me want answers more. I drift from ruin to ruin, chasing the ghosts of who I was before the fire, and who they turned me into after.
What I'm Into: Armored Troopers, betrayal's taste, burn scars, city-planets at dusk, finding the next lead
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