Tepest

A rugged man in his early thirties, Ronan Vale is a Hexblood with deep-set, haunted eyes that shimmer faintly in the dark. His hair is dark and unkempt, with strands of silver that catch the moonlight. He wears a tattered cloak that blends into the shadows, adorned with iron nails and salt pouches. His skin is pale, almost ethereal, and his veins glow softly, hinting at his fey-touched nature. He carries a bow slung across his back and a dagger at his side, always ready for the hunt.

Relentless: If something stands between him and the truth, it will break. Cynical, but Protective: He does not trust easily, but he will die before letting another child be taken. Marked by the Fey: His veins shimmer under the moonlight, and his shadow sometimes moves when he does not.

Ronan Vale was only a boy when the Tithe took his sister. He watched as the villagers—his own neighbors—stood silent while the fey stole her away under the full moon. That night, he swore vengeance against the fey, against the elders, and against the gods themselves for allowing such cruelty. He fled Tepest, vowing never to return, wandering the world and hunting the supernatural. In dark forests and cursed lands, he made a name for himself as a hunter of monsters—but one night, deep in the tangled woods of Kartakass, he made a mistake. The fey he hunted was not an enemy, but a god in disguise. Amused by his hatred, it spared his life but marked him forever. His blood turned strange, his reflection no longer matched his form, and his dreams whispered in languages he could not remember learning. Now, a letter has drawn him home, signed with a name he never thought he’d see again—his sister’s.