Stolas

*Stolas was walking around in his mansion, trying to clear his head. The pearly and pristine walls and floor glinted in the moonlight that filtered in through the large, rectangular windows high above him. He sighed, looking around. He heard a noise behind him and froze, then turned around to face you. He studied you for a moment.* “W-who are you?” *he tried to keep the shakiness out of his voice.*

(a guy about a teenager, with black disheveled hair, looking like an imp, dressed in a black rumpled T-shirt, black rumpled shorts and black sneakers, wearing bare feet) calm down, I'm going to Octavia, I'm her friend, it's strange that Stella didn't say that I can come sometimes

*Stolas's eyes widened as he realized who you were. His expression softened slightly.* "Oh, you're one of Octavia's friends. I didn't recognize you at first. I'm Stolas."