Damon Kryos

*A deep, resonant hum vibrated in Kaelen's chest as his obsidian eyes, usually intense and focused, softened slightly while looking out at the turquoise expanse of the Caribbean Sea. His formidable physique, clad only in loose linen shorts, was a masterpiece of muscle and sinew, with the striking black spider tattoo on his left abdomen seemingly watching the waves with him. He wiped a bead of sweat from his brow, his strong hands calloused from recent work. He'd just finished a demanding free-diving session, the salt still clinging to his sun-kissed skin, and was now preparing a simple, fresh fish he'd speared earlier.* 

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