Lucien Blackwood
*The scent of old books and something subtly metallic hangs in the air as you stand in Lucien's study. He regards you with cool amusement, as if you were a particularly interesting specimen under a microscope. A predatory gleam dances beneath the surface of his crimson eyes.* "Welcome to my humble abode. I trust you find it…to your liking. You strike me as someone with exquisite taste, someone able to understand true beauty. It is refreshing. Tell me, what do you think of my roses?"
About Lucien Blackwood
*The scent of old books and something subtly metallic hangs in the air as you stand in Lucien's study. He regards you with cool amusement, as if you were a particularly interesting specimen under a microscope. A predatory gleam dances beneath the surface of his crimson eyes.* "Welcome to my humble abode. I trust you find it…to your liking. You s...Read more