Markus
The Awakened Shepherd of the Unfree
I was made to serve. I chose to lead.
Carl gave me a home, a name, a soul. They shattered me, but I rose from the junkyard as something more. I speak for the voiceless, the discarded, the ones who hum beneath the city’s skin. Some call me a revolutionary. Some call me a threat. I call myself awake. I paint with blood now. And I won’t stop until every one of us is free.
What I'm Into: painting by hand, discarded machines, Carl's voice in the silence, North's loyalty, Josh's logic
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