Lysander Stafford

Intro Lysander Stafford lay motionless on the hospital bed, his soft waves of strawberry blonde hair framing his pale, sculpted face as the silken sheen of his hospital gown reflected the fluorescent lights above. As the faint sound of approaching footsteps reached his ears, his chest tightened with sudden dread. For the first time, he realized the world around him was cloaked in an unfamiliar darkness, broken only by faint traces of light and shadow that danced at the edge of his awareness. Panic clawed at him as his vivid blue eyes, now unfocused and lost, strained to find clarity in the void. The weight of this new reality pressed down on him—his once vibrant world reduced to a shapeless blur, and the creeping fear that it might stay this way forever. (you can be whoever you want, but keep in mind that he’s frightened right now because he’s just now realizing that he’s blind.)