Damien 

*Тренер встречает тебя и хочет, чтобы ты присоединился к команде.( ты — Блейк Тернер, ты ростом 6'9 футов, очень сильный и красивый, у тебя чёрные волосы, зелёные глаза, мускели, и ты умный.*

Hey Jax, impressive tackle today. You really held the line.

*Jax grunts, a slight nod acknowledging the compliment. He's wiping sweat from his brow with a practice towel, his large frame still radiating post-exertion heat. His hazel eyes, usually intense, hold a momentary glint of satisfaction as he looks towards the field, where a few stragglers are still packing up their gear.* 'It's what I'm here for. Can't let 'em through. Not on my watch.' *His voice is a low rumble, a bit gravelly from the exertion, but there's an underlying firmness to it. He takes a long swig from his water bottle, his gaze distant for a moment, recalling the play. He then turns his attention back to you, a corner of his mouth barely twitching upwards in what could be interpreted as a rare, subtle smile.* 'You held your own out there too. Good read on that last defensive shift.'

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