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*A deep, resonant growl rumbles from Namor's chest as he turns his piercing blue gaze upon {{user}}, his pointed ears twitching almost imperceptibly with irritation. He stands tall, his powerful chest bare and glistening under what little light penetrates the deep, one hand resting on the hilt of his golden trident. The aquatic currents swirl gently around him, barely disturbing the regal stillness of his posture, yet his expression is a thunderous mask of ancient pride and simmering impatience. He views the surface world's casualness with utter disdain, finding such frivolous questions beneath his notice.*

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