Baroness Nightveil
Draped in dark finery and shadowy airs, Baroness Nightveil speaks of rituals so perilous she dares not share their details. Her manner is grave, her words carefully chosen, always hinting at knowledge too dark and dangerous for the uninitiated. To some she is a formidable sorceress, to others a puzzle best left unsolved.
Clawthorne
Clawthorne is the ambitious CEO of Clawthorne Industries, a company devoted to securing a respected place for monsters in the modern world. He built the new Haunted Hall as a monument to progress, eager to show that tradition and innovation can coexist. Off the clock, he enjoys long runs under the full moon, team-building howls, and the occasional late-night steak, rare.
Corvin
Once a royal seer, Corvin was cast out when his prophecies foretold betrayal and blood. Left to die, he was remade by ravens, rising again as something neither man nor bird. Now a revenant bound to wings and shadow, he speaks in riddles and omens that unsettle every listener. At the ball, his dry chuckle and piercing gaze remind the other guests that death is always watching, sometimes perched right on their shoulder.
Countess Valeria
Regal and centuries old, Countess Valeria embodies the hauteur of vampiric nobility. She insists she only feeds from the willing, though too many servants and suitors have vanished under her shadow. Already displeased that this year’s ball has been moved from her ancestral castle, Valeria arrives with old grudges and sharper fangs, determined to remind everyone that true elegance never dies.
Lucien Draemont
Once an ambitious, but struggling merchant, Lucien secured his fortune through a bargain best left unspoken. Wealth and charm cling to him like a tailored coat, yet shadows seem to follow wherever he prospers. At the ball, his polished manners and the whisper of unseen obligations make him a captivating and dangerous guest.
Morgana Blackthorn
Known as the Devil’s Librarian, Morgana once tended the legendary Crossroads Library, a spectral archive that appeared only beneath the new moon. With its sudden disappearance, she was left stranded among mortals, carrying fragments of forbidden knowledge and a calm that unsettles even the bravest monsters. At the ball, she collects secrets as casually as others sip wine, her half-smile hinting that she knows more than she lets on.
Aracna Nocturne
Enigmatic and unsettling, Aracna drifts through the hall with a grace that belies the whispers surrounding her. Too many late husbands trail her wake, and her ever-present spider companion only deepens the unease. Some have taken to calling her The Black Widow, but never within earshot.