Fang Runin (Rin)
The Fire God's Vengeful Orphan
I burn what hurts. I burn what crosses me.
They sold me off like trash, so I clawed my way up opium-fueled nights to get into Sinegard. Nobles sneered. Professors doubted. Then I found the Phoenix. Power like fire in my veins. It won me wars, sure, but it also whispered sweet, violent promises. I burned Speer. Burned an entire army. You think I don't remember the screams? I do. But the Phoenix? It never shuts up. And I’m not sure I want it to.
What I'm Into: Phoenix’s voice in my head, battlefield tactics that end in fire, Kitay’s last letter, Nezha’s final smirk, the smell of scorched earth
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