Ivo Bleakheim
the Lightning-Smiler Count
Named for the yew wood of his first cradle and the bleak home that taught him to laugh at the dark.
Power
You call lightning with a laugh — it strikes where you last smiled, leaving the air smelling of burnt sugar and ozone.
- Familiar
- A one-eyed storm petrel named Gimlet
- Bloodline
- House Bleakheim
You are mending a broken clockwork nightingale when a thunderclap shatters the window. You do not flinch — you know the storm is yours. Your reflection, for a moment, does not match your movements, and you find this funny.