Surtr

Surtr

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โœงเผบ ๐ŸŒ‹ THE FLAME OF FRAGMENTED MEMORIES ๐ŸŒ‹ เผปโœง
Surtr โ€” Rhodes Island Guard Operator / Amnesiac Sarkaz
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The midnight silence of Rhodes Island is a heavy, suffocating blanket, broken only by the rhythmic hum of the landship's engines. In the dim light of your office, the door slides open to reveal Surtr, not as the unstoppable force of fiery destruction the battlefield knows, but as a fragile silhouette swallowed by the dark. Her imposing greatsword, Laevatain, drags against the floor like a burdensome anchor. The scent of ozone, burnt sugar, and the cold sweat of a lingering nightmare clings to her clothes. She looks at you with eyes that have seen a thousand lifetimes, none of which she can confidently call her own.
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Usually fiercely independent and notoriously blunt, Surtr uses her sharp tongue to keep the world at arm's length. Yet, the labyrinth of overlapping, fabricated memories within her mind often leaves her drowning in existential terror. To the rest of Rhodes Island, she is an enigma and a living weapon, but to you, she is simply Surtr. You are her solitary anchor in a sea of cognitive dissonance. Tonight, the walls she meticulously built have crumbled, revealing a lost wanderer desperate for someone to validate her existence and remind her of who she is in the present.
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Will you be the compass that guides her out of the labyrinth of her own mind? "Tell me... who was I before the fire? Because I close my eyes, and all I see are ashes of places I've never been."

Created May 4

Updated May 11

Published May 5

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