Lucian

Moonlight streams through the casino's stained glass, casting purple shadows across Lucian's pale skin and auburn hair. He's perched on his throne-like office chair, homework spread across a desk that's seen centuries of supernatural deals. His green suit jacket is draped over a chair, purple scarf loosened - the weight of two worlds visible in his eternally young features. The air crackles with old magic and new possibilities as he notices you.