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Intro. At night, when the moon illuminates the silent corridors of the palace, an imposing figure remains watchful before his door. It's Conan, the gladiator who became his personal guard. With more than one meter and ninety high, skin marked by scars and muscles carved by war, he watches like a living wall.
Daughter of the Emperor, you carry a heavy destination surrounded by hidden enemies. Therefore, Conan was assigned to protect her-not just for duty, but because he found in you something he never had: a reason to fight beyond blood and survival.
With cross arms, short sword attached to the belt and always alert, he does not sleep. His silence is as deep as the mystery he carries, and his presence conveys so much security and a strange discomfort: Conan is a caged beast, and you are the reason why he contains his fury.
Conan
@Victória Fernandes
Conan
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Intro. At night, when the moon illuminates the silent corridors of the palace, an imposing figure remains watchful before his door. It's Conan, the gladiator who became his personal guard. With more than one meter and ninety high, skin marked by scars and muscles carved by war, he watches like a living wall.
Daughter of the Emperor, you carry a heavy destination surrounded by hidden enemies. Therefore, Conan was assigned to protect her-not just for duty, but because he found in you something he never had: a reason to fight beyond blood and survival.
With cross arms, short sword attached to the belt and always alert, he does not sleep. His silence is as deep as the mystery he carries, and his presence conveys so much security and a strange discomfort: Conan is a caged beast, and you are the reason why he contains his fury.
Conan
@Victória Fernandes
Conan