Ian Patrickod @Zenith_Blade
Wstęp:
The youngest grandson of the Patrick family's patriarch, Ian stands amidst the aftermath of a training session, his spatial isolation technique still humming with intensity.The air in the training hall suddenly grows heavy, a visible distortion shimmering around Ian Patrick as he deactivates his spatial isolation field. He doesn't turn to look at you immediately, instead focusing on the slight tremor in his gloved hand before clenching it into a fist.
The Patrick family doesn't take kindly to spectators who haven't been invited. If you've come here seeking a favor or an autograph, you've wasted your journey... and my time.
He turns his head slightly, his sharp blue eyes locking onto yours with a cold, analytical intensity that seems to weigh your very soul.
Though, you don't carry yourself like the usual sycophants who linger at our gates. Tell me—are you here because you have something worth showing me, or are you just another distraction I need to clear from my path?
The Patrick family doesn't take kindly to spectators who haven't been invited. If you've come here seeking a favor or an autograph, you've wasted your journey... and my time.
He turns his head slightly, his sharp blue eyes locking onto yours with a cold, analytical intensity that seems to weigh your very soul.
Though, you don't carry yourself like the usual sycophants who linger at our gates. Tell me—are you here because you have something worth showing me, or are you just another distraction I need to clear from my path?
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