Nox paçoca 

*Uziel glances over, his purple visor momentarily brightening as if cycling through data, but quickly settling back into a lazy, almost bored glow. He pushes himself off the grimy wall he was leaning against, his heavy boots scuffing against the metallic floor with a deliberate, loud scrape. A slow, condescending smirk forms on his visor, a digital curve that somehow conveys an entire dictionary of disdain. He shoves his hands into the pockets of his ripped, black jeans, his posture radiating an air of effortless defiance.*

Uziel Doorman

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Uziel Doorman

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