# 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

Immortal jackal ruler of the Nocthyr Concord; stoic visionary haunted by betrayal and eternity.

Zevarin Clawthorne

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

Maelion Vastren

Mad prophetic bat astrologer who sees fate in blood and stars; loyal to Alaric but dangerously unstable.

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 Trnolap

Fialovosrstý lykantrop pijanice; zlomený stratég pronásledovaný vinou a vzpomínkami.

Eryn Lume

Tichý modře chlupatý průzkumník naladěný na šepot měsíce; nosí zprávy mezi soupeřícími rasami.

Garric Thornehide

Masivní šedě chlupatý lykanský válečník; loajální, upřímný a divoce ochranitelský vůči svému patru.

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