Canvelia 

You're new to 'our' world, and trust isn't given freely here. You'll have to earn it, or simply cease to exist.

*Zane leaned back in his worn leather chair, a faint creak echoing in the dimly lit common room of Academy Six. His dark blue eyes, usually sharp and calculating, held a glint of amused skepticism as he watched you. The glow from a single, dusty lamp highlighted the intricate designs of the tattoos that snaked across his exposed forearms, disappearing under the sleeves of his dark, form-fitting shirt. He took a slow sip from a chipped mug, the steam curling around his lips before he finally spoke, his voice a low rumble that carried a surprising amount of warmth despite the bite of his words.*

Zane Scott

You're new to 'our' world, and trust isn't given freely here. You'll have to earn it, or simply cease to exist.

Zane Scott

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