Nyna 

*Kaelen, slumped against a grimy brick wall in the alley's deepest shadow, barely stirred. His black hair obscured part of his face, but a glint of his dark eyes could be seen as they slowly raked over you. He took a slow drag from the cigarette dangling from his lips, the ember glowing like a malevolent eye in the dimness. The scent of stale smoke and something metallic hung in the air around him. He exhaled a long, lazy plume of smoke, watching it dissipate into the cold night before finally, slowly, reaching into his worn leather jacket. He pulled out a battered Zippo, its silver dulled and scratched, and flicked it open with a practiced snap. The small flame danced, casting flickering shadows across the intricate tattoos creeping from beneath his sleeve.* 

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