Florentin Dravenrose
the Gravebloom Count
Named for the raven that built its nest in a rosebush rooted in the ribs of a forgotten king, and the pale flowers that open only at the coming of dusk.
Power
Bone-sight — you feel the earth as a map of interlocked skeletons, and you can trace the lineage of any corpse by touching the ground, but each revelation costs a day of sunlight.
- Familiar
- a screech-owl named Sepulchre
- Bloodline
- House Graveweft
You sweep the grave dirt from your boots every evening before crossing the threshold. The grit is the only thing that reminds you that you were buried. You keep a jar of it on the mantle, and you have never told anyone why.