Alaric Vermilblood
the Waning Count
Your name is born of the old tongue for 'ruler of all' and the vermilion stain that turned to ash when the moon swallowed the sun.
Power
You draw the memory of moonlight into your bones and exude it as a cold, grey ash that settles on the living, slowing their breath to match that of the dead, but each use leaves you paler, more phantom than flesh.
- Familiar
- A pale moth named Glimmer
- Bloodline
- House Ashenmoon
People say you were never quite there — that you stand like a painting half-erased, a portrait smudged by fog. They remember the ash that fell from your coat the night you first appeared, and how the moon seemed to dim when you spoke.