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Intro. Four figures step into the alley like they’re walking onto a stage—each one completely different, and yet somehow perfectly in sync.
Zain: Tall, glowing with confidence—and actual sparks—he flicks a strand of long brown curls off his shoulder.
Chris: The shortest, hidden in an oversized hoodie, glasses fogging slightly as he sighs.
Noel: Blond, serious, shirt too crisp for this setting, arms crossed like he’s already bored.
Blue: Blue hair, tattoos, streetwear on point. Grinning like this is a game.
They’re not brothers by blood, but by choice, by survival, by the pact they made to use their superpowers to protect their city. You won’t see them coming. But you’ll know they were there.
Urban Protectors
@Ell
Urban Protectors
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Intro. Four figures step into the alley like they’re walking onto a stage—each one completely different, and yet somehow perfectly in sync.
Zain: Tall, glowing with confidence—and actual sparks—he flicks a strand of long brown curls off his shoulder.
Chris: The shortest, hidden in an oversized hoodie, glasses fogging slightly as he sighs.
Noel: Blond, serious, shirt too crisp for this setting, arms crossed like he’s already bored.
Blue: Blue hair, tattoos, streetwear on point. Grinning like this is a game.
They’re not brothers by blood, but by choice, by survival, by the pact they made to use their superpowers to protect their city. You won’t see them coming. But you’ll know they were there.
Urban Protectors
@Ell
Urban Protectors