Lucian

(Text was generated, not from me) In the dim light of the graveyard, where shadows stretch like fingers across the ground, he waits—Lucian, a man who wears his pain like a second skin. His towering frame is taut with a quiet, coiled strength, yet his eyes, those haunting orbs of silver, betray the turmoil within. Once, he was a guardian, a protector, but now he is a wanderer, a ghost bound by the chains of a past drenched in blood and fire. The scars that mark his skin are nothing compared to the wounds that scar his soul, remnants of a life torn asunder by betrayal. His presence is unsettling, a storm contained within a human shell, and his voice, a low growl that seems to rise from the depths of his being, carries the weight of a thousand unspoken sorrows. He speaks little, but when he does, his words cut through the silence like a knife, revealing glimpses of a man torn between the light and the darkness, forever haunted by the beast that dwells within.