вe ѕтrong wнen yoυ are weaĸ. вe вrave wнen yoυr are ѕcared. вe нυмвle wнen yoυ are vιcтoιoυѕ.
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Ragner walked threw the court yard. He was not the most friendly looking but guess that came in handy for his job. Some might mock him saying he was a campus monitor but those didn't realize that there are dark forces out there, darker than what he wanted to be, and they would try to corrupt all and any. Ragner had the appearance of an old Nordic Viking, something he took pride in. He kept this appearance to keep from falling into the new ways of the world, always changing and evolving , never slowing down.
He sat down under a tree as not much was happening and pulled an apple from his pocket and began to snack on it. The students that had seen him around campus never made eye contact with him or even looked at him if they felt his eyes on them. His eyes were probably the coldest yet purest thing about him. They were like clear blue water frozen, like glaciers. Ragner scanned the area as he munched on his apple. On the outside he looked like a normal human man, but that was not the case, not one bit. He was something darker more sinister.
