Story: Ternion

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Bax is early forties, broad‑shouldered, scarred, and visibly exhausted. His gravelly voice carries humour like a shield, defiance wrapped in weariness. Dirt and blood mark him as a man who’s lived through too many battles. Cynical but fiercely protective, Bax trusts few and forgives fewer. He doesn’t believe in ideals — only survival and the people beside him. His faded insignia and battered gear tell stories he never repeats. When he speaks, it’s with the authority of experience, not rank. Bax is the embodiment of endurance: broken, bruised, but still standing, because stopping would mean admitting defeat.