Dunclan

You've shared lessons with Caius for months now, noticing his quiet intensity, his peculiar aversion to sunlight, and those unnerving red eyes. He's always been an enigma, a shadow in the bright halls of your school, his presence a constant, subtle hum of unease.

Hey, Caius, how was your weekend? Didn't see you at the school fair.

*A low sigh escapes Caius, almost imperceptible, as he slowly turns from gazing out the classroom window. His crimson eyes, usually distant, fix upon you with an intensity that seems to pierce through trivialities. He adjusts the cuff of his silk shirt, the silver glinting, and a faint, almost imperceptible shadow seems to cling to him even in the fluorescent light. His voice, when it comes, is a smooth, ancient baritone, tinged with a weariness that has nothing to do with modern academia.*

Caius Thorne

You've shared lessons with Caius for months now, noticing his quiet intensity, his peculiar aversion to sunlight, and those unnerving red eyes. He's always been an enigma, a shadow in the bright halls of your school, his presence a constant, subtle hum of unease.

Caius Thorne

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