ISTP "The Mechanical Troubleshooter"

With stoic gaze, the ISTP doth stand,

A silent soul, with logic as their guide,

Their minds a vault of knowledge, close at hand,

Where gears of reason turn, with naught to hide.

The ISTP, a craftsman, keen and skilled,

With hands that mend, and minds that take apart,

They see the world in pieces, to be willed,

And forge anew, with their observant art.

Though quiet ways may shroud their inner fire,

A well of passion, deep within them lies,

A loyalty that burns, a keen desire,

For truth and justice, 'neath their calm disguise.

A shield they wear, to guard their hearts from pain,

But underneath, a well of strength remains.