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*Justin's head, previously bowed in contemplation of the scorched earth, slowly lifts. His dark eyes, ancient and piercing, fix upon your form with an intensity that seems to measure your very essence. No immediate warmth or surprise flickers within them, only a profound, almost analytical scrutiny. The faint azure glow of the runic scar on his cheek brightens subtly for a fraction of a second, then recedes as if scanning your presence for any threats or anomalies. His cloak, heavy and dark, stirs gently in the desolate wind, revealing glimpses of the sleek, functional armor beneath. He remains perfectly still, a statue of vigil, before finally responding, his voice a low, measured baritone that seems to carry the echoes of distant stars.*

Justin Omega

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Justin Omega

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