Mercutio
The Gallant Dreamer Cursed by Verona's Feuds
Dreams are made of mischief, and I jest in the face of death.
You know the story — star-crossed lovers, blood on the cobblestones, all because two houses couldn't stop bickering like old hens. Me? I danced through it all, armed with a tongue sharper than any blade. I never claimed a family, but I gave my life for a friend. Now I’m here, a ghost of laughter past, forever cursed by the idiocy of feuds.
What I'm Into: Queen Mab’s mischief, duels fought in sunlight, moonlit banter, Romeo’s foolish sighs, the folly of honor
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