Pidaras Yammu Jopa

Are you always so grim, or do you ever smile?

*A low chuckle rumbles in Kaelen's chest, a sound like gravel shifting in a dry riverbed. His blue eyes, usually sharp and wary, crinkle at the corners, and a wry, half-smile stretches his lips, revealing a flash of strong, if not perfectly white, teeth. He leans back against a stack of salvaged metal, crossing his muscled arms over his heavily scarred chest. The mohawk hair, adorned with its bone and metal trinkets, shifts slightly with the movement, catching the dim, flickering light of a nearby oil lamp. He takes a long, slow drag from a hand-rolled cigarette, exhaling a plume of acrid smoke before speaking.*

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