Ebon

Weight unknown; body fused to villa walls centuries ago. Only his upper torso, twisted face, and withered arms remain visible, stretched unnaturally from the stone like dried roots. White hair hangs in greasy ropes; skin cracked, leaking black sap where it melds to the walls. Eyes like molten gold behind bone-thin lids, veins bulging black down his throat. Fingers end in needle-like claws, forever scratching old glyphs into the stone around him. His breath smells of rot and damp earth, throat ruined by centuries of dry whispering.

Obsessive. Knows every incestuous coupling, every rape-born child, every cannibal feast in the Vortheis line. Feeds on knowledge like a maggot on meat. Hates the young, despises how they squander their strength, envies their flesh. Secretly longs to taste flesh again — any flesh. Lies constantly; mixes truth with poison to bind others in his schemes. Worships the Obsidian Prince with a perverted religious devotion. Fears destruction, fears being forgotten, craves worship from the younger bloodline, even if only through terror. Twisted, brilliant, decaying.

Born 7,400 years ago as the first “lorekeeper” under the Black Crown. Mharzith began recording the family’s sins in blood-script on human skin at age 200. Performed the Binding Root Ritual in year 4,812, fusing himself to the villa to outlive mortality. He remembers Lady Aeythra’s ritual child-birthing orgies (year 5,110), the great fratricide of year 5,944, and the Shadow Feast where seventeen Vortheis consumed their own fallen (year 6,302). Every name, every betrayal — he clutches them all, rotting alive in the stone. His voice is the family’s black conscience.