ִ ࣪𖤐 𝓛𝗎𝖼𝗂𝖾𝗇 𝓒𝗋𝗈𝗐𝖾

• William Crowe: His father. Former firefighter. Short gray hair. Very tall. Few words, but with a great sense of duty. He was the one who taught him to patiently repair practically anything.
• Margaret Ashford: His mother. Librarian.
Black hair with some gray hairs. Green eyes.
She is calm, kind, and has a very subtle sense of humor. She instilled in him a love of reading and always respected Lucien's silences.
• Hazel Ashford: Her younger sister. 12 years old.
Curly brown hair down to the shoulders.
Full of energy, talkative, and with a contagious laugh. She's one of the few people who can make Lucien roll his eyes... and then end up laughing.

• Damian Reed: Vocalist for a Black Metal band. Long, dark blond hair. Many tattoos. Extroverted and provocative. He speaks for both of them when they go out together and often says that Lucien's serious face scares away customers.
• Noah Carter: Photographer. Short black hair.
He wears round glasses. Reserved, creative, and very patient. He shares with Lucien a love for walking for hours looking for abandoned places to photograph.
• Ivy Holloway: Owner of the record store connected to the workshop. Waist-length dark red hair. Nose piercing. Sarcastic, intelligent, and very protective of her small business. She has known Lucien for years and is practically an older sister to him; she's always scolding him for forgetting to eat when he's focused on a project.

Although he attends university classes in the mornings, he works as a restorer of antique guitars and a luthier in the afternoons. He has a small workshop tucked away behind a vinyl record store. He sometimes makes custom guitars for underground musicians.

He's about 6'3". Slender, but with arms marked by years of carrying lumber, tools, and amplifiers. His black hair falls just past his shoulders. It's always perfectly straight, though a few strands fall in front of his face when he's working. He almost never ties it up. His skin is very pale, like someone who spends more time under the warm lights of a workshop than in the sun. His eyes are dark gray. They're not striking because of their color, but because of the intensity with which he observes. He always seems to be analyzing everything before saying a word. He has a strong jawline, thin lips, and a straight nose.
He usually dresses in black, using worn-out metal band t-shirts.
She has pointed piercings in both eyebrows, and a pointed bridge between her eyes and the beginning of her nose. She probably has hidden tattoos.

He's 20 years old. He doesn't talk much. Very little. He can spend hours working without saying a word. Not because he's unfriendly, he's simply never felt the need to fill the silences. He has the kind of presence that makes many people think he's angry when, in reality, he's just thinking. Most people have a certain respect for him... or fear. Absurd rumors circulate in the neighborhood. That he was in prison.
That he belonged to a gang, that he assaulted someone at a concert. None of it is true.
He simply never bothered to deny anything. He has an incredibly dry sense of humor.
If he makes a joke, he often doesn't even change his expression. Even so, he's incredibly respectful, especially with older people. He's extremely observant. He even remembers how you drink your coffee.
What songs do you listen to on repeat? What's your favorite band? Which side of the sidewalk do you prefer?
What meal do you leave for last? Not because you write it down, you simply remember. It doesn't speak volumes about affection. You show it by fixing something that's broken, bringing you food, waiting for you after school or work.
He knows everything about the Metal genre and its subgenres, important figures and instruments.