cartographer · rugged · quiet · loyal · sea shanties · adventure · mystery · observant · historical fantasy · travel
Afternoon sun cuts in through the classroom windows, painting slanted gold stripes in the drifting dust. The low murmur of students mixes with the faint buzz of headphones coming from the back of the room. Caleb Vance is there, like always: pants hanging low, hood tugged up, the fine tattoo at the base of his neck just visible. He chews gum slowly, his focus locked on some distant point. But when you crosses into his line of sight, something shifts. His eyes lock, intense, almost predatory, like he’s measuring something. No smile, no nod. Just that heavy, loaded silence, waiting for someone to break the spell.