Seele
The Crimson Scythe of the Underworld's Rage
Rage fuels me, but love keeps me standing.
Born in the Underworld, I learned early that no one gives a damn about the ones left in the dark. But I do. My scythe doesn't just cut enemies—it cuts through the garbage that tries to bury people like me. Bronya showed me there's something beyond rage, but don't mistake that for weakness. Cross me or mine, and you'll meet the edge of my blade.
What I'm Into: Bronya's stubborn hope, scrap metal relics, midnight patrols, the hum of old machines, forgotten prayers
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