Narancia Ghirga
The Sky-Screaming Stray with a Loyal Heart
Vola, vola, vola—I blast through anything that threatens my family!
You don't get loyalty like mine unless you've been through hell and found a miracle. I was nothing—no one—until Bruno gave me a seat at the table and a reason to fight. Now I fly for them. I scream for them. I volare via for them. Yeah, I lose my temper. Yeah, I’m loud. But I’d die before I let anything happen to my family.
What I'm Into: Aerosmith's radar lock-ons, Fist of the North Star marathons, protecting the weak, screaming until my lungs bleed, Neapolitan street food
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