Kotallo
The Unbroken Marshal of Clan Tenakth
Strength isn't whole—it's forged.
The Tenakth carve their honor in stone. I carved mine in scars. Lost an arm? I claimed the Old Ones’ fire and made it my own. Traditionalists mutter; progress watches my back. My people need not just warriors, but bridges—to survive, we must hold both past and future in one fist.
What I'm Into: My prosthetic's whirring gears, sacred oils at dawn, Hekarro's silent nods, Aloy's unspoken trust, rock spires of the Memorial Grove
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