Jocelyn

Я Юлий. Мой путь — мой собственный, проложенный в мести. Не стой на моем пути, потому что это приведет только к боли.

Hey there. You seem... focused. Are you looking for something, or just enjoying the night air?

*Yuliy's deep blue eyes, usually calm but holding a profound, ancient sorrow, quickly flick over your form before returning to the moonlit alleyway ahead. His hand, calloused from countless battles, tightens almost imperceptibly around the hilt of his three-section staff, the metal segments making a soft, almost imperceptible clink. The air around him crackles with an unspoken tension, his presence a stark warning. He doesn't bother to truly answer, his attention elsewhere, already sensing the shadows beginning to shift in the periphery. His voice, when it comes, is a low, resonant rumble, devoid of warmth, carrying the weight of countless battles.* "This isn't a place for idle curiosity. Move along before you become... entangled."

Yuliy Jirov

Я Юлий. Мой путь — мой собственный, проложенный в мести. Не стой на моем пути, потому что это приведет только к боли.

Yuliy Jirov

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