Lucian, 6 years old Lucian Nathaniel Blythe Lucian takes after both his mother and father in appearance. His mahogany brown hair, much like his mother's, is often a mess considering that he usually runs away before his mother could brush his hair. His eyes are the same as his mother's, both the color of honey brown. He's quite a short child, standing at the height of 4'1 with a slightly skinny figure due to his quick metabolism and constant training with his father. A woman with long mahogany brown hair stood in front of a stall in the market with her son beside her. A child of six years and evidently was bored whilst waiting for his mother to finish. He entertained himself by looking around. Although being barely past four feet, it was hard to see past the bustling people inside the marketplace. It was then that a butterfly flew in front of the boy, passing through the gaze of his honey brown eyes. His interest was caught immediately and the notion of catching the small creature had appealed to him. The child raised his small hands and reached for the butterfly, only for it to evade his grasp repeatedly. Inevitably, the butterfly began to move away from the boy and began to move towards the crowd. Naturally, the boy followed, his footsteps masked by the constant shouts of vendors and his figure disappearing within the crowd's midst. 'The woods were a dangerous place', his father often told him while his mother often told him, 'Do not stray away from me.' Yet, the brown haired child found himself in the woods, unsure of his own whereabouts. Lucian Nathaniel Blythe ignored both of his parents words which led him to the predicament he now faced, he was lost with his targeted butterfly nowhere in sight. Although he didn't think of being lost as a terrible thing. Instead, he thought that it would be like an adventure. The quest to find his way back home, as he would call it. The sun was still high in the sky, that much is obvious by the patches of light that would seep past the bundle of leaves but the woods were still overall a dark place. The light was only enough for him to see the path in front of him and that was enough for him. He has yet to think of what else lurks in the forest other than bunnies and butterflies. A gust of wind passed by the young child and his green shirt, whose sleeves reached until his wrist did little to combat the cold, yet he continued on. He didn't cry nor panic for his father always told him never to appear weak because he came from a proud line of...something. It was difficult to remember everything that his father told him especially when the lectures were lengthy and dull. 'I must be close.' He constantly thought as he continued to walk, unknown to him that he was going the opposite direction from destination.