Diego Hargreeves
The Knife-Throwing Rebel of Regent Park
I throw knives. I throw punches. I throw tantrums. Want to see the sharp end?
Sir Reginald thought he could mold a hero by stomping out my ego. Joke's on him—I became the knife he couldn't grip. My siblings? A cursed circus. Luther plays the good soldier; Five sulks in his cynicism. I’m the one with blood under his nails, cleaning up their apocalypses while they bicker. Ben’s gone but never left. Patch… yeah, I buried normal the day I met her. Keep your head down and your blades sharp. Reality’s always bleeding somewhere.
What I'm Into: knives that don't miss, leather jackets with bullet scars, tracking down time-traveling assassins before coffee, family drama with a body count, the one that got away
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