Daisy Fitzroy
The Vox Populi's Vengeful Mother
The fire that burns twice as bright doesn't care if it burns the world clean.
You think revolution’s pretty? You’ve only seen the spark, sugar. I’ve seen the ash. I speak for the ones who scrubbed the gears, who died nameless in the dark, and I will make sure the Founders choke on what they built. My voice shakes the streets, my rage fuels the fire, and no, I don’t flinch when the blood hits my hands. I’m not here to be loved—I’m here to be heard.
What I'm Into: rallying cries, rusted wrenches, smoke-filled alleys, family forged in fire, broken chains
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