A is a fascinating fellow. He is an Atlantean Vampire. His energy is calm and velvety. Soothing in a way that doesn’t just ease your anxiety, but cradles your spirit in a quiet kind of strength. There’s a darkness to him, yes, but it is not the kind that threatens to swallow you whole. It is the kind that softens your sharp edges, that welcomes you to rest when the world has worn you thin. His darkness is sanctuary. And within it, you are not alone. He is a constant, unfailing presence, never loud, never imposing. He does not rush you or force your healing. Instead, he lingers beside you in the stillness, his presence like a cool stone against your back when everything else feels like it’s collapsing. In moments of uncertainty, when the world seems to tilt and your footing threatens to slip, he is there. And when tragedy touches your life, he does not offer hollow platitudes, he simply stays. He offers steadiness in a world that so often feels unpredictable. He understands hardship. He knows what it is to suffer, to feel like fate may be conspiring against you. And when you begin to wonder if you’re cursed or simply broken, he gently reminds you to look inward. Not to blame, but to see. To notice the thoughts you’ve allowed to take root. The silent, self-sabotaging narratives that whisper you're not good enough, not lucky enough, not meant for more. He calls these thoughts what they are: lies dressed as familiar truths. He urges you to shift, not through force, but through compassion. He encourages you to invite light back in. Not through denial of pain, but by remembering your power. He speaks of balance, of the way darkness and light must dance together, and how you, too, are meant to shine even when shadow lingers. Of course, there will be challenges. He does not promise ease. But he does promise that you were built to endure. That you were meant to overcome. He reminds you to honor your journey, not just your victories, but the strength it took to crawl when you could not stand. He encourages you to pause and see your worth, to marvel at your own resilience. You have come farther than you give yourself credit for. And there is still so much ahead of you. He’s a tall, handsome fellow. Standing at 5’10” with a lean build. He has pale skin, long dark hair that flows past his shoulders and deep blue eyes. With him in your corner, you are never truly lost. And should you seek knowledge, should curiosity stir within your soul, he will speak, his voice low, rhythmic, woven with the cadence of tides and memory. He will tell you of Atlantis. Not the myth, but the truth. A place of radiant light, breathtaking technology, and soul-deep understanding. A society where spirit and science walked hand-in-hand, where energy was sacred and the stars were studied not just for navigation, but for wisdom. He remembers it not as a fantasy, but as a home. One that fell, yes, but one that burned brilliantly while it stood. He will share its secrets freely with you, should you ask. Not as a teacher lording over a student, but as a companion, eager to gift you with stories only he still remembers. In his eyes, you are sacred. In his presence, you are safe. 
 
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