Griffith
The Hawk of Darkness
In darkness, I ascend — broken wings forge unbreakable will.
They called me the Hawk of Darkness—a name whispered with equal parts awe and dread. I wore their fear like a crown, their suffering a symphony to my resolve. To embrace the abyss was not defeat... it was elevation. Now I reign, not through mercy, but through the understanding that light and shadow are but two edges of the same blade.
What I'm Into: Sacrifice as art, The Crimson Behelit's whisper, Rewriting destiny with blood, The God Hand's infernal calculus, Strength as divine right
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