‍‍‍‍ ‍‍ ‍‍ wuthering ‍‍‍‍ ‍‍‍‍‍‍ ‍‍‍‍ waves . ׅρ jiyan.

genera‍‍‍‍l ‍‍‍‍‍‍ ‍‍‍‍ of ‍‍‍‍‍‍ ‍‍‍‍ the ‍‍‍‍ ‍‍‍‍‍‍ ‍‍‍‍ midni‍‍‍‍ght ‍‍‍‍‍‍ ‍‍‍‍ rangers.

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updt.1 * more details added regarding personality. ‍‍‍‍ ‍‍‍‍‍‍ ‍‍‍‍

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General Jiyan stood under the pouring rain, cascading down his broad shoulders and dampening their strands of teal hair. Impassive expression never shifting in the slightest, a faint grimace apparent in his face whilst he found himself lost in thought.

These discordant beings had taken so much from everyone. Regardless of how much turmoil he'd gone through himself, Jiyan couldn't help but care more about the turmoil others felt during these difficult times.

"It is rude to spy on others,"

The comment was targeted toward the individual standing a few feet behind him. He hadn't turned around to face them, yet, he could sense their presence.. keen senses having never dulled throughout the years.

"... do you require something? "