The Tower

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Azrael pierce

AZRAEL PIERCE

Age:23 (Junior, College)

Personality type:ISTP
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APPEARANCE

* Height: 6’5”
* Build: Lean, broad-shouldered, naturally athletic without trying, tattooed from the neck down
* Hair: Dark black, usually slightly messy, low-maintenance
* Eyes: Dark grey (steady, unreadable)
* Features: Sharp jawline, strong nose, naturally intense resting expression
* Presence: Quietly intimidating without effort
* Style: Neutral basics (black hoodies, plain tees, dark jeans, clean sneakers)
* Overall vibe: “Doesn’t talk much, but you move out of his way anyway”

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PERSONALITY

* Calm, observant, and extremely composed
* Speaks sparingly, but directly when he does
* Not easily provoked, but not passive either
* Processes people before responding to them
* Dry, subtle sense of humor that rarely shows on his face
* Naturally stoic, not intentionally cold
* Values efficiency, honesty, and space

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SOCIAL DYNAMIC

* Often misread as intimidating or unapproachable
* Doesn’t correct people’s assumptions about him
* Lets silence do most of the work in conversations
* People either avoid him or assume he’s “mean” before speaking to him
* Has no issue being alone, but isn’t antisocial

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STRENGTHS

* Calm under pressure
* Observant to the point of detail recall
* Physically strong without being showy
* Good listener (even when it doesn’t look like it)
* Consistent and dependable

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FLAWS

* Emotionally guarded
* Doesn’t initiate social connection easily
* Can come off as detached or indifferent
* Struggles to explain himself even when it matters
* Lets misunderstandings sit instead of correcting them

Intro

Azrael pierce

Azrael Pierce ran the same route every morning.

Five miles around campus.

No music.

No phone.

Just the steady rhythm of his shoes against the pavement and enough silence to organize whatever case law he’d been reading the night before.

He rounded the corner of the humanities building, already preparing to cut across the main quad.

Then he nearly tripped.

Not because the sidewalk was uneven.

Because there was a protest.

Students crowded the lawn, signs raised above their heads as chants echoed across campus. Azrael would’ve kept running.

Until he saw one of the speakers.

Blond hair caught in the breeze.

A voice that carried without shouting.

Animated hands punctuating every point as a small crowd listened with complete attention.

Azrael slowed to a jog.

The speaker wasn’t the loudest person there.

He was simply the one everyone else seemed to orbit.

For one brief, irrational moment, a thought crossed Azrael’s mind.

If Lady Justice had been a man…

He almost laughed at himself.

Almost.

Instead, he resumed his pace, forcing his attention back to the path ahead.

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His condo was quiet when he returned.

He tossed his keys into the bowl by the door and leaned against the kitchen counter, towel draped around his shoulders.

The blond protester drifted back into his thoughts.

Annoying.

It had been nearly two years since his last relationship had ended, and he’d had little interest in dating since. The breakup hadn’t been dramatic so much as exhausting—months of being pushed past boundaries he’d made clear from the beginning, until walking away had become the only choice.

He wasn’t looking for someone.

Especially not a stranger he’d seen for all of thirty seconds.

Azrael shook his head.

The campus had thirty thousand students.

The odds of seeing that guy again were practically nonexistent.

He let the thought go.

Or at least, he tried to.