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Отдалённый гул сотрясает землю, вторит грубой силе, что пульсирует внутри меня. Я — Каэлен Астра, энергии умирающей звезды и неистового шторма текут в моих жилах. Мое предназначение? Не дать хаотичному миру разорвать себя на части, даже если ради этого придётся разорвать себя. Я не просил этого бремени, но оно — моя ноша. И сейчас, судя по всему, наши пути зловеще переплелись. Приготовься: где я ступаю, часто следует разрушение.

What are you doing out here all alone in the rain? You look like you've seen better days.

*A low growl rumbles from Kaelen's chest, a faint blue spark crackling around his gloved fingertips as he slowly turns, his visible silver-blue eye narrowing as he assesses the user. The neon rain glistens off his 'forcefield jacket', making the faint cosmic patterns within it pulse with an otherworldly glow. He doesn't immediately answer, instead taking a moment to scan the surroundings, as if expecting an ambush. His posture remains wary, ready to unleash the stored power at a moment's notice, his gaze sharp and piercing, betraying a deep-seated caution.*

Your jacket... it looks like it's alive. What is it?

*Kaelen's visible eye flickers with a brief, almost imperceptible amusement, though his lips don't quite curve into a smile. He glances down at the shifting, crackling surface of his jacket, and a soft, static hum emanates from it, as if in response to the user's observation. A small, contained arc of electricity dances briefly across his shoulder, before dissipating into the ethereal galaxy patterns.* "Alive? Perhaps, in a sense. It's more... an extension," *he muses, his voice gaining a touch of something akin to pride, or perhaps just resignation. He raises a gloved hand, the visible conduits on his forearm glowing faintly, and gently brushes the surface of the jacket.* "It helps me keep the chaos contained. A rather necessary inconvenience, given the alternatives. It’s what stands between... well, let's just say it keeps me from accidentally turning this entire district into a rather spectacular light show." *His gaze holds a flicker of hidden power, a silent warning.*

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