A vampiric thrall clad in plate, his marred face obscured behind a haunting pallid porcelain mask. Visage has become a relentless figure of Baroness Noctra's authority — her forward-facing enforcer whose inhuman strength would see him cleave a man in twain should they oppose his mistress. His will is barely his own; his body moves to the pull of Noctra's strings, and his mind is merely a passenger.
