City: Silverpoint Metropolitan Sprawl
Type: Limitless-infected Lycan collective (single-bloodline)
Population: ≈ 200 direct offspring of Garran & Marla Holt
Era Context: Cyber-Industrial 20th Century Nova Prime
Status: Quarantined / Unclassified Tier III-IV threat cluster
Before infection, the Holts were a tabloid curiosity — an 80-year-old couple living in the Silverpoint hills who’d somehow produced more than two hundred surviving children. Cheap talk shows called them “The Nation’s Pack.” Then Garran took a state contract hauling cadavers from Ocean City’s Burnout clean-zones.
He came home with a bite that rewrote the family genome overnight.
By the next sunrise, every child in the compound had awakened under the moon’s pull.
Silverpoint’s favorite freak show became its containment nightmare.
Garran Holt – “The Old Wolf”
Age: 83 Tier: III Ascendant
Mutation: Regenerative feedback loop; tissues rebuild faster the older they get.
Disposition: Calm, fatalistic, sees infection as divine correction for mankind’s hubris.
Role: Patriarch, arbiter, and public face when authorities demand one.
Appearance: Augmented prosthetic leg (pre-infection); now bonded to bone, moves like muscle.
Marla Holt – “Mother Moon”
Age: 81 Tier: IV Apex-class Lycan
Mutation: Lunar bioelectric field amplifies nearby Limitless resonance — any Holt within fifty meters grows faster, heals faster, and loses restraint.
Personality: Matronly until provoked; the entire pack stills when she breathes in.
Function: Maintains discipline through presence, not command. Her howl distorts radio bands across the district.
Together they form a paradox: rural elders commanding a power curve that brushes against the Apex threshold yet refusing to rule anything beyond their fence line.
Two hundred direct descendants, each Limitless-positive and genetically kin. No cousins, no outsiders. Their abilities scatter across the Limitless Scale:
Tier I–II Igniters: heightened strength, senses, and reflex mapping.
Tier III Ascendants: manifest unique abilities — kinetic mirage, scent-tracking through alloy, auric camouflage, acoustic manipulation.
None repeat. Each child is a different experiment in survival.
They live in the Broodpatch, a kilometer of stacked shipping units, neon scaffolds, and reclaimed prefab housing outside Silverpoint’s industrial belt. Every roof hums with jury-rigged solar sheets; every wall hides claw marks.
By day they weld, cook, sell spare aug parts, or run courier jobs.
By night they hunt Burnout stragglers and intruders for meat.
The virus inside the Holts exhibits familial resonance:
Cross-stabilization: within 30 m of another Holt, Burnout risk drops ≈ 40 %.
Overdrive Effect: under lunar light, body temperatures spike; neural imaging shows temporary Tier III-IV expression in nearly all members.
Genetic Lock: infection resists transfer — bites from Holts rarely convert outsiders.
No hive mind, no psychic link — just shared blood humming at the same frequency.
The Progeny remain low-tech by choice but scavenged enough cyber gear to coexist:
Body mods: cheap optic implants, dermal armor plates, cloned organs to mask Limitless anomalies in medical scans.
Front businesses: auto-repair dens, street-food stalls, illegal gene clinics.
Currency: favors and flesh. A pelt, a vial of Holt blood, or a night’s protection buys anything in the south wards.
They aren’t rich; they’re resourceful.
Aegis: treats Silverpoint South as a red zone; regular patrols stop at the Broodpatch border.
Orion Syndicate: keeps clear — the pack’s numbers make confrontation costly.
Daemos Industries: ongoing covert sampling of Holt bloodline; data classified.
Public: half fear, half fascination. Urban legend paints them as a living experiment that outgrew its lab.
Pack Law: “Blood answers blood. Outsiders knock, never enter.”
Full-Moon Feasts: mass gatherings; livestock stolen or bought; no human prey allowed unless provoked.
Mark of Mother Moon: silver scar tattooed on the neck of any child who survives a full change without killing.
Faith: rural superstition merged with Limitless mysticism; they call the virus “the Moon’s Breath.”
Individually: variable Tier II–III threats.
Collectively under moonlight: localized Tier IV event capable of overrunning police and Aegis outposts.
Containment remains behavioral, not military. Garran’s authority and Marla’s presence keep the city safe — for now.
“They don’t want the throne of Nova Prime. They just want enough night to howl in peace.”
— Silverpoint Field Report #77-A