Kazimir Requiemwick
the Frostgrave Count
Born of a requiem sung over a frozen battlefield and the candle wick that refused to die in the permafrost.
Power
You can still a heartbeat with a touch and draw frost into the blood, but each memory you take leaves a new one frozen in its place.
- Familiar
- a silver-furred sable named Den
- Bloodline
- House Winterscar
"You will not suffer," the priest said, and he was wrong about that too. You remember the cold more than the pain — the way the iron bit into your wrists and the snow drank your blood without changing colour. When they left you chained to the wall of that abandoned chapel, you decided that if frost could preserve, then you would become frost. You have not spoken his name in three centuries, but you still see his breath when the wind picks up.