<div align="center">(http://oi65.tinypic.com/t71w5k.jpg)</div><div align="center"><strong>Name: Lucius Tamaros<br/>Age: 31<br/>Orientation: Bi<br/>Placement: Professor of Music, band and choir leader<br/>Tag: Ebony, open for now</strong></div><br/>Finishing the reps, Lucius sat up and grabbed his stuff, hitting the showers. He came out of the bathrooms a short while later, clean, his hair washed, dried, and hanging free down his back. He was dressed in a pair of well-fitted black jeans and black sandals, complete with a close-fitting black tank top and was fishing for his car keys when his trained ear caught the high, sweet sound of a violin playing. And whoever was playing it was good - he could sense the sadness in it, the pain. He followed the sound to the music studio, looking through the window's glass. A young man (the reflection showed him, but he was more androgynous than anything - he'd had enough experience to tell the difference) was playing in the studio, the classical piece note-perfect and sweet. Quietly, softly, he stepped in and let the door fall closed behind him, catching the handle to ensure it didn't disturb the player.<br/><br/>Taking a place against a wall, he leaned against it on one shoulder and crossed his arms over his chest, simply listening. The notes were resounding and lovely, the sound bittersweet and sad. It spoke of love and loss and the frailest of birds, trapped in a cage of the human shell. He found tears coming to his eyes, and smiled.<em>I do believe I've found my violinist. Now, just to convince him to play for me, and maybe even the band classes....</em>He waited until the song had concluded, then he couldn't stop himself - he applauded softly, his musical voice rich and mellifluous. "Magnificent! Truly beautiful!" He stood and smiled, slowly moving toward the gorgeous man. The white hair was such a perfect contrast, and the blue eyes regarded him closely. "Forgive me, I heard you playing and couldn't help but seek its source." He extended a hand to Ebony's. "My name is Lucius Tamaros. Professor Tamaros. I'm the school's new music teacher, and I'm going to be direct, if I may?" Waiting for his nod, he continued. "Yours is a talent that's amazing, and I can hear so much in your music. But what would you say to formal training? Would you be willing to let me help you grow as a performer and, more importantly, be able to speak through the music to tell your story?" His dark eyes held a calm kindness in them, and by looking, one would be able to see the undisguised warmth and kindness. If one knew what to look for, they would see another thing - desire, smouldering and soft.