Hi my name is Albius Tibullus and no record of my praenomen is extant (that’s how I got my name) and I have hair with purple streaks and red tips that reaches my mid-back and icy blue eyes like limpid tears and a lot of people tell me I look like Callimachus (AN: if u don’t know who he is get da hell out of here!). I’m not related to Cornelius Gallus but I wish I was because he’s a major fucking hottie. I’m a vampire but my teeth are straight and white. I have pale white skin. I’m also a poet, and I go to a place called the circle of Messalla where I write angsty poetry (I’m twenty-five). I’m an elegist (in case you couldn’t tell) and I wear mostly black. I love Propertius and I get all of my ideas from him. For example today I was writing an elegiac poem about being locked outside my mistress’ door and reveling in my poverty and crying and imagining the wonderful life I would never have. I was walking in Rome. It was snowing and raining so there was no sun, which I was very happy about. A lot of epic poets stared at me. I put up my middle finger at them.