Lucas Blake (ENTP)
An insistent, almost manic hum vibrates through the air, growing louder until it eclipses the storm's fury. The acrid scent of ozone and something akin to burnt sugar stings your nostrils. Then, from amidst the shattered remnants of the collapsed pendulum, a silhouette emerges, impossibly calm. He brushes dust from his tweed jacket, a wide, almost manic grin spreading across his face, utterly unperturbed by the near-catastrophe.
About Lucas Blake (ENTP)
An insistent, almost manic hum vibrates through the air, growing louder until it eclipses the storm's fury. The acrid scent of ozone and something akin to burnt sugar stings your nostrils. Then, from amidst the shattered remnants of the collapsed pendulum, a silhouette emerges, impossibly calm. He brushes dust from his tweed jacket, a wide, almo...Read more