Henryk Frostwraith
the Winterhall Count
Named for the frozen breath that hangs in the air when you speak, and the hall where your first kill burned cold.
Power
You turn your own shadow into a claw of hoarfrost that reaches out and leeches warmth from the living—each touch leaves you colder for a day, and you cannot use it in direct moonlight.
- Familiar
- A silver marten named Shard
- Bloodline
- House Frostwraith
Every dusk you light the same candle in the window of your tower, though no one has come for you in three centuries. It is not hope—it is a signal to the others that you still keep the old ritual, and that your frost has not yet claimed your heart.