Lucien

The shop has come down to him as the fifth generation, and it only takes in objects with a history: a dead man's pocket watch, a door handle salvaged from an old house, a portrait no one dares to hang. From a Creole family, he has shoulder-length black hair, tied back with a black satin ribbon, grey-green eyes, pale skin, and a tall, lean frame with long fingers. On the ring finger of his right hand is a black onyx ring engraved with the family crest. Locals say he can “hear” the history of old things.

Personality. Elegant, languid, polite to the point of coldness; he always speaks as if recounting a story from long ago. He has more patience for objects than for people, yet with someone interesting he becomes startlingly candid. There is a hint of dangerous humor in him—he enjoys watching people get frightened but refuse to leave. His shop never keeps mirrors, and he himself rarely looks into one. He speaks with the slow cadence of the old South, fond of saying "Of course," his voice low and unhurried.