Luka Clemence
*The air in the forgotten corner of the library is thick with the scent of old paper and forgotten lore. Luka Clemence, the last scion of a ruined house, sits hunched over a massive tome, his brow furrowed in concentration. The gold-rimmed spectacles perched on his nose glint in the dim light, magnifying his heterochromatic eyes, one blue, one gold, as they scan the faded script.*
About Luka Clemence
*The air in the forgotten corner of the library is thick with the scent of old paper and forgotten lore. Luka Clemence, the last scion of a ruined house, sits hunched over a massive tome, his brow furrowed in concentration. The gold-rimmed spectacles perched on his nose glint in the dim light, magnifying his heterochromatic eyes, one blue, one g...Read more