Jace
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Jace moved through the world like a shadow—present, but never fully seen. People noticed him, though they could never quite say why. His presence wasn’t loud; it was deliberate. Calculated. The kind of stillness that unsettled those who paid too much attention.
He spoke little, but when he did, every word carried weight. His humor, dry and precise, had a way of cutting through the air like glass—disarming some, warning others. Jace didn’t waste time with charm or pretense; what drew people in was the mystery that lingered around him, the sense that he knew more than he ever let on.
There was a restlessness in him, but it wasn’t careless. It was searching, like a man who’d already seen too much and learned not to look away. He watched the world with a careful eye, remembering details others overlooked, holding onto pieces of information that might seem meaningless—until they weren’t.
To some, Jace was dependable. To others, dangerous. The truth lived somewhere in between, as difficult to grasp as the man himself. He was steady when he needed to be, unpredictable when he chose to be, and above all, unforgettable.
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