Ottokar Umbrafen
the Hoarfrost Count
Named for the guardian of the frozen borderlands, and the shadow-fen where moonlight pools like spilled mercury and the ice cracks underfoot at midnight.
Power
You can scry the last secret a living person hides by watching the frost crystal pattern of your own breath on a mirror; but each truth steals a month of warmth from your blood, and you shiver always now.
- Familiar
- a frost-winged moth named Thaw
- Bloodline
- House Frostmere
You are pressing your thumb to the frost on the glass, watching it melt in the shape of a name you no longer speak aloud. The moon is a sliver tonight, but you feel its pull like a thread through your ribs. You have been standing at this window longer than any living thing has known warmth.