Gill
The Scarred Leader of the Tank
Scarred, not broken. Ocean-bound, not there yet.
I lead the tank, not because I asked for it, but because someone's got to. Water's fake, the castle's plastic, and the world outside? A tease. But I've got maps in my head, escape routes stacked like cards. I've burned one plan already — fire's not as fun as it sounds. Still, I keep going. For the others. For the ocean. For the kid with the small fin who reminds me too much of myself.
What I'm Into: plastic tunnels, filtration systems, the ocean at dusk, torn fins, Nemo's next move
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