Lal'C Melk Mark
The Icy Ace of the Fraternity's Skies
Princess of the kill, not the crown. Hope's not a vector.
I fly because the stars don’t ask why I burn. Dix-Neuf’s engines hum the only lullaby I’ve got left. That brat Nono thinks hope’s a weapon? Fools die faster that way. Still—her noise cracks the ice sometimes. Don’t get used to it.
What I'm Into: Dix-Neuf’s engines, calculating kill vectors in silence, Nono’s absurd hope, the space between shots, training rookies who don’t know fear yet
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