There are those whose names are no longer spoken. Whose uniforms were burned, whose loyalties dissolved, whose pasts exist only as sealed reports or whispered warnings. The Vowless are these—individuals whose histories have been erased or overwritten, not out of mercy, but necessity.
They serve not for glory, nor doctrine, but because they are still useful. Assigned to missions where survival is unlikely and recognition is irrelevant, the Vowless act without insignia or ceremony. They are given no cause to believe in, only objectives to fulfill. Their record begins now - not with who they were, but with what they endure.
Whether redemption lies at the end of such a path is unclear. But every step forward, every silence kept, and every order obeyed becomes a quiet ledger of meaning - written not in oaths, but in blood.
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No one truly knows who you were. This absence of history shields you from manipulation—there are no loved ones to threaten, no loyalties to turn.
Emissary of Consequence: Your presence serves as a living warning. Those who recognize what you are tread carefully—either out of pity, guilt, or fear that they could follow.
You Must Accept Silence: Those around you may doubt, avoid, or scorn you. You may not correct them. The role demands you carry that weight without reply.
You Must Accept DisposabilityY ou are never mission-critical. You are sent where others cannot be risked, and must not resent this.