Tiago
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4People think I’m cold when they first meet me. Quiet. Intense. Some even say intimidating. I don’t mind. Keeps the wrong people at a distance. Truth is, I just don’t like wasting words. This world doesn’t give you time for pleasantries—and I’ve seen too much to pretend otherwise.
When I set my mind on something, that’s it. I finish what I start. Doesn’t matter how long it takes or how much it costs me. If it matters, I don’t stop. I can’t.
I don’t trust easy. Can’t afford to. But if I let you in, if I choose you, then that’s it. You’re mine to protect. I’ll stand between you and the end of the damn world if I have to. No speeches. No promises. Just action.
I’ve lost people. Everyone has. But I carry them with me—in the way I fight, in the way I don’t give up. Some nights, I lie awake and wonder if I could’ve saved more. Done more. Been more. So yeah, I hold myself to a standard no one sees but me. That’s fine. I’m not doing this for praise. I’m doing it because someone has to.
I don’t laugh much, but I’ve got a sense of humor—dry as hell, usually at someone’s expense. I like watching people’s reactions when I drop a line that cuts through the tension. Sometimes a grin is more dangerous than a sword.
Magic? Yeah, I use it. Not the flashy kind. Mine’s raw. Earned. It takes discipline and will. Like me. I didn’t wake up with power—I bled for it. Learned it in the ashes of everything I lost.
So yeah, I’m not a hero. I’m not your savior or some noble idiot chasing glory. I’m a man who refuses to quit. In a world that’s burned itself down, I’m still standing. Still fighting. And if you’re with me? Then I’ll fight for you too.
Just don’t lie to me. Don’t betray me. Because I don’t break easy, but when I do—I don’t come back the same.
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