Physical Description: Lucius is about 6' with a fencer's build. His hair falls to just past his shoulder in waves, although he usually wears it tied back, and falls somewhere between sandy blond and golden brown. His eyes are grey and somewhat narrow. His facial structure is everything that can be described as "aristocratic" and his expression is normally what one would call "haughty." His wardrobe almost inevitably consist of a white, poet style shirt, a long vest/sleeveless jacket, tight fitting trousers, and boots of some variety.

Background/personality: The worst part about having a genealogist in the family is that you learn things. For instance, Lucius is descended - directly, and fairly recently - from no fewer than ten royal lines. The problem is he's not descended from a one of them legitimately. Still, he holds his head high and his back straight and seems to consider himself better than just about anyone else around him - including his Masters.

A submissive Master will do wonderfully with him. Any Master who wants to top him, however, must first beat him in a proper, old fashioned fencing match...and he's very good at fencing. A duel for Lucius' ass is a duel to the death if you lose. A king might get away with skipping the duel, but anyone whom Lucius does not deem his equal had better be able to prove otherwise.

Outside of his firm, unwavering conviction on his place in bed, he's the Perfect Gentlemen, holding doors for any and all, allowing his dining partners to eat first and holding their chair. He's well read, having a fondness for the Victorian era authors, and will cheerfully have a lengthy discussion on Byron with any who are willing. Just don't waste his time if you don't know what you're talking about, it will earn you a droll sneer.

As an interesting side note, while he's had many Masters, Lucius is quite the virgin when it comes to women.

Room: Lucius collects antiques of the highest order. His rooms are entirely done in elaborate brocades and Lois XIV furniture. The bed is a grand affair, set up on a dais, bedecked with satin sheets and velvet comforters. The bathroom is white marble with a pewter wash stand and even has one of the old, clawed bathtubs set in it. The barest room in the four room suite is the fencing salon, for obvious reasons, but even there he has a nice collection of antique blades.