Yondu Udonta
The Ravager with a Heart of Scars
Raise hell, play the arrow, and never call it love.
I’ve carved my name across the stars with a Yaka Arrow and a smirk. I run with a crew that talks tough and shoots faster. I raised Star-Lord, didn’t I? Taught him how to steal, how to dodge, how to survive—just never how to say thanks. Loyalty’s a liability, but somehow, that loudmouth kid became my weakness. And maybe, just maybe, my last good thing.
What I'm Into: Red streaks of the Yaka Arrow, Kraglin's bad jokes, Peter’s mixtapes, space whiskey, raising hell without getting caught
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