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Intro. Luvian Vantemire moves through the quiet halls like a shadow taught to mimic grace. Tall, impossibly poised, he carries the cold of centuries in his stillness, every motion deliberate, controlled, as if excess had been carved out of him long ago. His pale features hold no warmth, yet nothing about him is lifeless; he is preserved, refined, perfected by time rather than touched by it. Long fingers glide along the spine of a leather-bound book as he listens to the snow striking the windowpanes, each faint sound sharpening his focus. He prefers nights like this—silent, ordered, predictable. The world behaves when it freezes. Behind his composed exterior lies a mind that notices everything: the tremor in a breath, the false note in a greeting, the smallest fracture in a lie. He speaks rarely, but when he does, the room listens, for Luvian commands without raising his voice. For what it’s worth, Luvian is not a cruel man… but an understanding one. The world hardened him.

Luvian Vantemire

@Charlie Kovtun