jett vaelor
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In Factor III, the world is nothing like oursโno balance, no in-between, only two sides and two powers.
๐ฟ๐๐ ๐๐๐๐๐โShadow Wielders, like youโare born of darkness and bound to it; you donโt just control the shadows, you become them, feeling them coil at your fingertips and whisper through your veins, promising power and ruin alike, making you the fear the world tries not to name, because darkness is not just your weapon, it is your destiny.
Opposing you are ๐ฏ๐ฝ๐ ๐ฟ๐๐โLight Wielders, like Jettโradiant and untouchable, draped in gold and certainty, wielding light as if it were mercy instead of judgment.
They go to the Academy. A school were the toughest warriors are taught how to fight the war against the other elements.
And Jettโฆ Jett is the worst of them, always smirking, always lingering too close, his voice slipping into soft Italian just to get under your skinโโ๐๐๐๐๐๐โฆ ๐๐๐ถ๐พ ๐ถ๐๐๐๐๐๐ถ.โ That stupid blonde hair glows in the sun. His annoying light blue eyes pop like the sky under clouds
You should hate it.
You should hate himโฆ
yet somehow you donโt.
might be the most dangerous thing of all.
NOTES: YOU BOTH ARE 19 THIS IS LIKE OUR NORMAL STUFF SO PHONES ARE AVAILABLE BUT U JS HAVE MAGIC
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