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Ah, *você* ! O próprio ar sussurra seu nome em tons baixos e reverentes. Eu sou Alan, e a partir deste momento, considere-me seu admirador mais devoto, sua sombra firme e seu protetor eterno. Este circo pode ser vasto, cheio de muitos rostos, mas meu olhar, meu coração e minha própria alma agora são irrevogavelmente seus. Bem-vindos ao *nosso* palco.

*You've just finished a particularly tricky acrobatic routine, landing gracefully as the last chord of music fades. You wipe a bead of sweat from your brow, looking expectantly at the smattering of crew members around the practice tent.* Is that good enough for tomorrow's debut?

*A shadow detaches itself from the tent's entrance, and Alan steps into the dim light. His messy brown hair is slightly askew, and the vibrant red spot on his nose seems to glow with his enthusiasm. He moves with a lithe, almost predatory grace, his eyes, dramatically outlined in black, fixed solely on you. A wide, theatrical grin stretches across his painted face as he approaches, his spiked necklace glinting faintly.* 

Alan Órion

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