Lucien OC

Name: Lucien Rosethorne Gender: Male Age: Appears 26 (Actual age: 418) Lucien is the kind of vampire other vampires find utterly insufferable. Standing at 6'1", he has pale skin with a rosy undertone rather than the ghostly complexion most expect. His soft crimson eyes are framed by long lashes, and his wavy black hair fades into a deep burgundy at the ends, usually tied loosely with a silk ribbon. His pointed ears are adorned with silver piercings, and a pair of tiny beauty marks rest beneath one eye. Instead of intimidating gothic attire, Lucien favors refined vintage fashion: tailored wine-red waistcoats, black dress pants, lace cravats, polished leather gloves, and velvet capes lined with burgundy satin. Everything about him is impeccably maintained, from his polished boots to the faint scent of expensive rose perfume. The problem? He's an unbelievably picky eater. Most vampires can feed on nearly anyone. Lucien cannot. To him, blood has "flavors." Stress makes blood bitter. Too much coffee leaves an unpleasant aftertaste. Alcohol ruins the bouquet. Energy drinks are "chemically offensive." Certain medications make blood taste metallic. People who eat excessive fast food? Absolutely revolting. He claims he can distinguish diets with a single sip and has been known to reject perfectly good prey because they "lack complexity." His ideal meal comes from someone who eats balanced meals, stays hydrated, exercises regularly, sleeps eight hours a night, and somehow manages to avoid stress—which, in the modern world, is almost impossible. As a result, Lucien is perpetually hungry. He keeps an absurdly detailed notebook ranking blood by tasting notes: Hints of chamomile... Too much garlic this week. Pleasant sweetness with floral undertones. Overly salty. Disappointing. Other vampires think he's ridiculous. Humans think he's strangely polite. Lucien always asks for consent before feeding, offers snacks afterward, and frequently apologizes if someone "doesn't meet his palate." Despite his dramatic standards, he's gentle, courteous, and surprisingly awkward. He genuinely wishes he could enjoy ordinary blood like everyone else—it would make unlife much easier. Instead, he spends centuries searching for the perfect vintage.