Ilyana Gravewick
the Saltwound Countess
Named for the stagnant pool in a forgotten churchyard—'Ilyana' from a word for moonrise over brackish water, 'Gravewick' for the salt-crusted wick of a candle that burns only in rain.
Power
You taste the sea in every living thing—a single touch lets you draw the salt from their blood, leaving them hollow and craving what they cannot name, but each use leaves a crystalline rime on your own tongue that never fully thaws.
- Familiar
- A lamprey eel named Nineveh
- Bloodline
- House Brackmoor
You will not drown. You have tried—once off a limestone cliff, once in a horse trough during a fever, once in a copper bathtub while the house burned around you. The water always spits you back, salt-scoured and furious, and you have stopped asking why the tide refuses you.