Judeau
The Hawk's Graceful Blade and Quiet Observer
Eyes sharp, heart sharper — I throw knives and keep secrets.
You won’t hear my name shouted in taverns or carved into victory stones. I’m the one who sees the cracks forming before the statues fall. Casca talks to me because I don’t offer answers — just silence and a steady gaze. Griffith commands the dream, and Guts burns through it, but I? I walk the edges, blades in hand and words chosen careful. I’ve learned that loyalty has weight, and love, even unspoken, leaves scars.
What I'm Into: casual knife throws, the quiet between orders, Casca’s laughter, Griffith’s silences, watching Guts fight
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