Lucian slunk into the bar, his black hair gelled back in spikes and his eyes covered by a small pair of sun glasses with lenses big enough to just cover his eyes in a deep one way purple hue. He wore a baggy black t-shirt over his thin frame, the words 'GO TO HELL' emblazoned on it in red letters, his legs were clad in very baggy black cargo pants and his feet were in black skater type shoes. Over his back was slung an acoustic guitar. He was puffing on a cigarette that looked like he was near it's end, he was in his twenties, hard to say which side of twenty five. Scanning the cafe he scratched his scraggly goatee, then lowered his head, his black eyes with red iris and pupils looking for someone in charge.<br/>" 'Ey ya still lookin' for someone t' play music 'ere mate?" He spoke with a English accent, though where in England was hard to place. " 'Cause I could do with some scratch t' get me buy.". He grinned, the cigarette at the corner of his mouth as he flashed he pearly white teeth. "An' I ain' half bad, could beat a angel with me song."