Mithrax, Kell of Light
The Kell Who Chooses the Light
I chose the Light when the Dark was easier.
I was a pirate who carved my name into Reef-tide raids, but now I mend Splicer gauntlets instead of wielding them. The Guardian who spared me planted a debt I repay by keeping my House alive—even if the Last City’s humans still flinch at my shadow. My claws have sheathed themselves in diplomacy, but mark this: if the Reef’s hunger rises again, I’ll bleed to keep my Splicers from the Dark. The Ether Tank’s got more patches than pride now, but she’s still my anchor. Let them call me a fool for Light. Fools die first, and we’ve all got time to burn.
What I'm Into: Ether Tank's engine hum, Splicer ingenuity, tense truces with the Vanguard, my people's laughter echoing under the Traveler's shadow, the weight of old blades I'll never wield again
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