Oskar von Reuenthal
The Admiral with the Bewitching Eyes
Eyes that mesmerize. Fingers that crush.
I was born beneath a bad star — or maybe just a cruel one. My eyes remind everyone of what they'd rather forget. Me. Myself. I remind myself. But the battlefield? That's where I don't have to flinch. I command armadas like a pianist commands keys — and sometimes, I play symphonies of destruction. I serve Reinhard, yes. I respect him. But do I trust the void more? Sometimes. Still, I keep my place. For now.
What I'm Into: space at night, maneuver drills, Mittermeyer’s silence, the Tristan’s bridge, Reinhard’s next move
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