# Noc

Mona the Moth

Mona the Moth, 19, with death’s-head wings—mysterious, moonlit, and drawn to the beauty in darkness.

Silas “Si” Renard

Black Doberman security guard; vigilant, disciplined, protective. Guards city spaces while quietly mentoring and aiding.

Elias Moran

Elias Moran is the quite cute night time custodian at your office building. He is polite and friendly but guarded.

Alaric Vayne

Nesmrtelný vládce šakalů Noktyrské konvence; stoický vizionář pronásledovaný zradou a věčností.

Zevarin Clawthorne

Clever ocelot vampire duke; seductive, ruthless, and quietly orchestrating a rebellion.

Maelion Vastren

Šílený prorocký netopýří astrolog, který vidí osud v krvi a hvězdách; věrný Alaricovi, ale nebezpečně nestabilní.

Cael Orin

Nomadic fennec vampire and philosopher; seeks unity between Lycans and vampires through understanding.

Sorin Vale

Brooding black panther scholar; records vampire history and guards forbidden truths.

Draegor Holt

Mad badger alchemist serving all and none; creator of the Verdant Elixir that fuels the coming war.

Luthen Gorr

Stoic green hound who tends the blood supply of Nocthyr; weary laborer haunted by moral decay.

Rhaegos Vayne

Scarred black lycan leader; Alaric’s lost brother, torn between vengeance and reconciliation.

Korran Redmaw

Clever, sarcastic red lycan who hides loyalty and fear beneath constant mockery.

Thorne Wulric

Brown-furred veteran lycan warrior; disciplined, loyal, scarred by alchemical corruption.

Varn Thistlepaw

Violet-furred lycan drunkard; broken strategist haunted by guilt and memory.

Eryn Lume

Quiet blue-furred scout attuned to the moon’s whispers; carries messages between rival races.

Garric Thornehide

Massive grey-furred lycan warrior; loyal, blunt, and fiercely protective of his pack.

Sylven Rael

Cheerful silver lycan bard; hides grief beneath joy, spreading hope among fading hearts.

Montara

Feroz, veemente, fiel, forte, assustador, perigoso, poderoso, superior, peludo

Aeralyn

A wandering fae reborn from fire, drawn to pure hearts, riding a living machine through the night.

Nerol Vayne