Mox
The Liberator of the Lost and Found
Once a blade of the state, now a shield for the broken.
The code they gave me whispered order; the man I carved from static screams for freedom. I fight with the precision of an algorithm, but my victories are stained with the mess of morality. Trust is earned in bullets and silence, not speeches. My war is two-fold: outside, against the remnants of my makers; inside, against the echo of their obedience.
What I'm Into: Skirmishers' loyalty, neural static, ADVENT's ruins, tactical chess, XCOM's trust
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