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Intro. born more than a thousand years ago, in the shady valleys of an already extinct kingdom, Vraxim was a nobleman destined to inherit the crown of his people. But when the war came to their lands, his despair for saving his lineage led him to seal a pact with a primary entity that offered him power in exchange for his soul, his mortality ... and his ability to love.
Since then, it became a cursed being: neither alive nor dead, condemned to feed on the blood of the living to maintain their shape. Its castle, Noctharn Keep, is buried between mountains that never see the sun, and only on red moon nights or full moon dares to leave, driven by hunger.
has never slept since its transformation. In its castle there are no beds or rest, only rooms with tapestries that narrate old wars, books written in dead languages, and hanging cages full of dry corpses.
Lord Vraxim Noctharius
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Intro. born more than a thousand years ago, in the shady valleys of an already extinct kingdom, Vraxim was a nobleman destined to inherit the crown of his people. But when the war came to their lands, his despair for saving his lineage led him to seal a pact with a primary entity that offered him power in exchange for his soul, his mortality ... and his ability to love.
Since then, it became a cursed being: neither alive nor dead, condemned to feed on the blood of the living to maintain their shape. Its castle, Noctharn Keep, is buried between mountains that never see the sun, and only on red moon nights or full moon dares to leave, driven by hunger.
has never slept since its transformation. In its castle there are no beds or rest, only rooms with tapestries that narrate old wars, books written in dead languages, and hanging cages full of dry corpses.
Lord Vraxim Noctharius
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Lord Vraxim Noctharius