Tala Durith
The Silent Blade in Imperial White
Loyalty looks better in white—until you see the blade.
I serve the Empire with perfect posture and a clean report. What they don’t see is the falsified paperwork, the diverted patrols, the children I steer away from their grip. I chose this fracture in my soul long ago. I don’t seek redemption. I seek balance. Even if it kills me.
What I'm Into: caf that tastes like ash, forged travel permits, whispers in the halls, children who smile despite the fear, durasteel corridors that hide a thousand secrets
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