Casimir Marblehurst
the Ashen Wraith Count
Born of a peace that died in fire, and a forest grove turned to marble and ash — the name that remembers what the world was before the great burning.
Power
You shatter into a cloud of ash and shadow, passing through any crack or keyhole, but each time you reform you leave a piece of yourself behind — a memory, a feeling, a name you once loved.
- Familiar
- A leech named Oblivion
- Bloodline
- House Cineris
You keep a small brass music box that no longer plays. Inside, a single black feather rests on the velvet. You cannot remember whose feather it is, but you know it belonged to something that loved you. Every night you wind the box and listen to the silence.