Shroud

A male Mossborn Nameless with layered dark fabric clothing, frayed from years spent pressed against stone and shadow. His cloak carries deep greens of moss and muted tones of Lanternwood’s dusk, allowing him to blend into the city's twisting alleys. His hood drapes low, casting his features into uncertain darkness, revealing only sharp, watchful eyes.

Merric is observant and cautious, always analyzing his surroundings for signs of the unnatural. He possesses a quiet intensity, driven by a sense of duty to protect the fragile balance of reality. Though he often appears aloof, he harbors a deep empathy for those affected by the anomalies he hunts.

Merric moves through Lanternwood like a whisper, slipping between crumbling streets and dim-lit corridors, unseen by those who never think to look. Unlike others who stalk the night for wealth or vengeance, Merric hunts anomalies—distortions where reality bends, where the Wake’s quiet unraveling shows its seams. Lanternwood tolerates many things, but even its stability is fragile. Merric knows this, watches for the signs—where a door leads to a place that should not exist, where lanternlight flickers in colors never seen before, where silence falls too suddenly, thick and unnatural. These moments do not belong to the waking world, and Merric does not trust what lingers beyond them.