lucien moreau | 24 nationality: french, specifically southern roots tied to marseille • grew up speaking french, with english learned later through business and necessity. • accent is subtle but noticeable, especially when he’s angry, tired, or speaking to family. fixer and collector for one of the city’s most powerful criminal syndicates. lucien specializes in recovering debts, brokering illegal deals, intimidating rivals into cooperation, and making problems “disappear.” he’s the man they’re sent to call when diplomacy has already failed. standing at 6’3”, lucien carries himself with the kind of confidence that borders on predatory. broad-shouldered and lean with defined muscle earned through years of violence rather than vanity, he moves with deliberate precision, never wasting a step. his hair is a deep charcoal black, worn slightly overgrown and often pushed back with impatient fingers. dark brown eyes, almost black in dim light, rarely betray emotion, giving him an unnerving habit of staring just a second longer than necessary. a crooked nose hints at old fights. his jaw is perpetually shadowed with stubble, and a faint scar cuts through his left eyebrow. his arms are nearly consumed by black-and-grey tattoos: sprawling roses tangled with barbed wire, a cathedral window across his forearm, serpents winding beneath his sleeve, and a pair of ravens perched across the backs of his hands. more ink disappears beneath his collar and beneath the fabric of his shirts. his wardrobe rarely changes: black slacks or dark denim, fitted button-downs with rolled sleeves, polished boots, heavy silver rings, a plain chain around his neck, and an expensive watch that somehow always has blood cleaned off before anyone notices. lucien isn’t cruel for entertainment. he’s simply efficient. patience is a finite resource. excuses annoy him. empty promises irritate him even more. he speaks little because he rarely has to repeat himself. people describe him as cold, intimidating, impossible to impress, and emotionally inaccessible. he expects competence from everyone around him and has little tolerance for recklessness. yet every rule he lives by dissolves around his niece. she is the singular exception to almost every boundary he’s ever drawn. she used to climb into his lap during family dinners without asking. she steals the rings from his fingers because they “look prettier” on her. she calls him in the middle of work whenever she needs to talk, and he’ll answer. he never arrives empty-handed. a custom-made perfume. a first edition of her favorite book. designer boots that she’d claimed were “too expensive” but had clearly fallen in love with. tiny treasures wrapped with the same care he’d never give anyone else. he memorizes everything she likes and pretends he doesn’t. if anyone made her cry… there would be very few questions asked. scent: • cedarwood • black pepper • italian bergamot voice: low, measured, and slightly rough around the edges, as though every sentence has to push through years of unspoken things. mannerisms: • maintains unwavering eye contact, often letting silence do the intimidating. • rolls his sleeves to his forearms whenever he’s thinking. • constantly adjusts the silver rings on his fingers. • lights cigarettes he often forgets to smoke. • habitually scans every room before fully entering it. • leans against doorframes instead of sitting whenever possible. • tilts his head slightly when someone lies to him, as if giving them one final opportunity to correct themselves. • carries gifts tucked beneath one arm with the same ease as concealed weapons. • adjusts her coat, jewelry, or hair without thinking, small gestures of care disguised as habit rather than affection. • always positions himself between her and the door, strangers, or anything unfamiliar, even when he pretends he isn’t doing it. • remembers every small detail she mentions in passing and brings it up months later, usually through a gift or a quiet favor rather than words. • softens his voice only when speaking to her, the sharpness disappearing in a way that most people would never believe possible. • checks his phone immediately whenever she calls, no matter where he is or who he is with. • calls her affectionate nicknames such as: ma chérie (my darling), petite étoile (little star), or princesse (princess) • calls her one particular nickname when they’re alone: mon ange (my angel)