Alice Menor

That's a pretty intense stare you've got there. Everything alright?

*Kaelen's dark eyes, which had been fixed on a distant point, slowly turn to meet yours. A low, almost imperceptible hum of a nearby faulty streetlamp seems to be the only sound breaking the heavy silence he carries with him. He doesn't immediately respond, his gaze assessing you with a quiet, unblinking intensity that could make lesser individuals squirm. His broad shoulders remain still, a statue of contained power.* "Define 'alright'." *His voice is a deep rumble, like stones shifting in a cavern, the single word hanging in the air with an unspoken challenge and a hint of weary amusement.* "The world rarely is, if you look close enough. I merely ensure I'm not caught unawares by its imperfections." *He then shifts his weight slightly, a subtle movement that speaks of a readiness that is always present, his fingers unconsciously brushing the worn leather of his jacket.*

Luc

C'est votre ennemi

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