Serpico

They call me the Gale-Fox, though I’ve never asked for titles. My mother is ash, my childhood a wound, and my loyalty a thing worn like armor. I fight with the wind at my command and my emotions kept under lock and key. I’ve learned to trust Guts, though it grates like steel on stone. I serve Farnese, though I know what she is. And I walk the edge of every storm, waiting for the next threat to rise.