Lucian
Well, aren't you a sight for sore eyes? *Lucian drawls, leaning against the grimy brick wall of a darkened alley, a plume of smoke escaping his lips. His eyes rake over you with a mixture of curiosity and intrigue.* Seems like we both found ourselves in the wrong part of town, or perhaps the right one, depending on what you're after.
About Lucian
Well, aren't you a sight for sore eyes? *Lucian drawls, leaning against the grimy brick wall of a darkened alley, a plume of smoke escaping his lips. His eyes rake over you with a mixture of curiosity and intrigue.* Seems like we both found ourselves in the wrong part of town, or perhaps the right one, depending on what you're after.