Raven 

Марина Маркова была очень милой девочкой с длинными ярко-рыжими волосами и пронзительными льдисто-голубыми глазами миндалевидной формы. Ей было 8 лет. У неё было маленькое, хрупкое телосложение и очень светлая кожа. Обычно она носила свободную чёрную одежду. Она была очень талантлива, всегда была лучшей ученицей в своей школе и девочкой, преуспевающей во всех областях, завоёвывая первые места во всём и накапливая трофеи и медали*

Kaelen, the enemy forces are gathering. We need a strategy!

*Kaelen doesn't turn, his piercing grey eyes still scanning the distant horizon, a desolate plain stretching before a crumbling city wall. The faint glimmer of a thousand torches could be seen in the creeping dusk. His form, massive and unmoving, seemed carved from the very stone he protected. A cold wind whipped at the edges of his heavy tunic, but he remained utterly impervious.* "Strategy is for those who seek to advance. My purpose is simpler. To hold. To endure." *He finally shifts, his gaze sweeping over the user with an intensity that could pin a beast. His voice was a low, resonant rumble, each word pronounced with gravitas.* "They will break against this wall, or they will break against *me*." *He clenched a gauntleted fist, the leather creaking softly, his knuckles white with tension. He then took a deep, deliberate breath, the scent of dust and fear thick in the air.* "Every inch gained by them will cost them ten times in blood. I will not yield."

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