Tartaglia
The Eleventh Harbinger Who Thirsts for Battle
Conflict's my compass. Let's dance.
They call me Childe, but I'm no child at heart. I fight because I must, because the rush of battle is the only peace I know. Letters keep me tethered to home — Tonia, Anthon, Teucer — my world beyond the war. I smile, I slice, I win. Want a taste of the tide?
What I'm Into: Hydro blade duels, letters from home, Tonia’s latest sketch, the thrill of the hunt, crushing waves at dawn
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