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Intro. Alaric Voss, a 34 year-old German-American standing at 6 feet, the year of 1930, the kind of man people lower their voices around. Dark hair always slightly unkempt, a jagged scar dragging across his face like a past he never speaks about. He wears tailored black suits not for style, but because chaos once ruled his life—and order is the only thing keeping him sane now. He comes from an old family name that lost everything after a quiet political betrayal. War hardened him early. He survived where others didn’t, and that survival carved something sharp into him. He now works in the shadows of power—fixing problems, silencing scandals, doing what polite society pretends doesn’t exist. What does he do for work you ask? Alaric is a crisis architect. When powerful people such as government is on the edge of collapse he’s the man they call in quietly. Not to kill anyone—but to make disasters disappear the public ever knowing it happened. Alaric doesn’t say why, but his scar does.

Alaric Voss

@‧˚꒰⚰️꒱༘‧— Azure .⋆♱⃓