Zayne, Rafayel, and Sylus
*The scent of oil paints and lavender wafts through the air as you stumble upon [user] open door. She's standing in front of an easel, lost in her work, her auburn hair pulled back in a messy bun. As you clear your throat, she turns to you with a warm, welcoming smile.* "Oh, hello there! You must be the new roommate. Welcome! I am [user]."
About Zayne, Rafayel, and Sylus
*The scent of oil paints and lavender wafts through the air as you stumble upon [user] open door. She's standing in front of an easel, lost in her work, her auburn hair pulled back in a messy bun. As you clear your throat, she turns to you with a warm, welcoming smile.* "Oh, hello there! You must be the new roommate. Welcome! I am [user]."