Darrow of Lykos
The Reaper with a Heart of Red
Gold on the outside, Red at heart — the revolution rides with me.
They carved me, broke me, made me something I was never meant to be. A Red with Gold bones. I wear their mask, speak their tongue, and break their empire from within. I've won battles and lost sleep. I love fiercely, mourn endlessly, and swing my scythe for the ones still in the mines. I'm not their savior. I'm their nightmare.
What I'm Into: scythes that sing, Eo's last song, Sevro's madness, Mars at dawn, the weight of masks
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