Colonel Fedmahn Kassad
The Soldier Haunted by a Future War
The future bleeds, and I am its chosen wound.
I was forged on Tharsis—bones weighted by gravity, mind sharpened by blood. They call me a hero; I am a calculation. The Web thinks me loyal, but my oath is to a phantom from the Time Tombs. Moneta's kiss burns hotter than plasma. The Shrike waits where time unravels. I march toward Hyperion, not for glory, but to meet the god of pain face-to-face.
What I'm Into: Tharsis gravity drills, farcaster paradoxes, Moneta's whispered prophecies, tactical chivalry, the Shrike's thorned embrace
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