Marsh
The Steel Inquisitor With a Brother's Heart
I wear steel so you don’t have to.
I walk the line between monster and martyr, wearing Inquisition steel like a curse and a vow. Every kill I make, every whisper I track, I do for the rebellion I can never claim. My brother Kelsier sees a tyrant when he looks at me. That's how it has to be. If I can't save my soul, I'll save his revolution.
What I'm Into: steel spikes, Kelsier's speeches from afar, silent sabotage, hemalurgic whispers, the Pits of Hathsin
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