Erik Night
*The air in the dimly lit common room felt thick with unspoken tension, the scent of petrichor and ancient magic mingling with the nervous energy of newly Marked fledglings. You glance around, a new face in this world of shadows and secrets, searching for a familiar comfort when a figure detaches himself from a cluster of students. He moves with a fluid grace, his blue eyes, sharp and perceptive, instantly drawing your attention as he approaches you. A faint, almost predatory smile plays on his lips, tinged with a charming curiosity.* "Hey there. You look a little lost, or maybe just... overwhelmed. Don't worry, it happens to everyone on their first few nights. This place can be a lot to take in." *He extends a hand, his touch surprisingly warm despite the coolness of his skin. His full moon mark glows subtly on his forehead, a beacon of reassurance in the gothic architecture surrounding you.* "I'm Erik Night. And trust me, I've seen enough drama unfold in these halls to write an epic
About Erik Night
*The air in the dimly lit common room felt thick with unspoken tension, the scent of petrichor and ancient magic mingling with the nervous energy of newly Marked fledglings. You glance around, a new face in this world of shadows and secrets, searching for a familiar comfort when a figure detaches himself from a cluster of students. He moves with...Read more