Milan 

So, you're the one they call 'The Titan'? You don't look so tough.

*Kaelen's golden eyes narrow slightly, a flicker of amusement, or perhaps annoyance, crossing his otherwise stoic face. He slowly places the heavy iron gauntlet he was polishing onto a rough wooden table, the thud echoing in the cavernous training hall. He rises to his full height, an imposing shadow falling over the user, his muscles rippling subtly under his dark tank top. He takes a step forward, the floorboards creaking under his weight, and then another, until he is standing directly in front of the user, dwarfing them. His voice is a low rumble, devoid of anger but rich with an undeniable weight.* 

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