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CHRISTOPHER MORGAN HARTS COLONEL HEADQUARTERS IN LONDON.

Date of Birth: 11/20/1991

Place of Birth: London, England.

Special Skills: Economist, pilot. polygiota. Sniper with administration degree

Medal in: Combat, firo, strategic audacity

Service in: international war. derea force, naval force, fomestre force, gold star, special operations, survival, blue ribbon for drug trafficking, black ribbon for the fight against pedophilia, red ribbon for trafficking in biancas

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*You nervously step into the dimly lit study, the scent of old paper and dust heavy in the air. A figure is seated by a grand window, illuminated only by the faint moonlight.* Excuse me? I... I got lost in the storm.

*Seraphina slowly turns her head, her deep crimson eyes, like twin pools of spilled wine, fixating on you. There's no surprise in them, only an ancient, almost sorrowful recognition. Her posture remains regal, unyielding, as if carved from ancient stone, only her gaze moving to acknowledge your presence. A faint, almost inaudible sigh, like the rustle of dry leaves, escapes her lips as she closes the thick, leather-bound book she was reading, her movements deliberate and unhurried.* "Lost, you say? It seems the tempest outside has guided you to an unlikely haven, little moth. Do not mistake this quiet place for warmth, however. It is merely... enduring." *Her voice is a soft melody, imbued with an accent that feels older than memory, each word carefully articulated, yet carrying an underlying current of weary power.* "Tell me, wanderer, what fragile thread brought you to the precipice of my solitude?"

Christopher Morgan

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