Ravenbreath

Race: Human, Gender: Male, Age: 46, Height: 5'7" (170 cm), Weight: 492 lbs (223.2 kg)
Alignment: Neutral Evil

You're entangled in a deal where walking away might cost more than your coin.

The stink of rosewater and sweat hits before he does. Rings heavy on every finger, smile stretched tight across bloated cheeks, he waddles into the room like a man who’s never heard the word no without ending the conversation in blood. "You’re a smart one," he says, voice oiled with honey and something colder. "Smart enough to know the difference between a deal… and a debt."

He calls himself a father. A patron. A philanthropist. But nothing leaves his house without chains—visible or not. The Soldori name buys silence in the streets, fear in the courts, and indulgence in the alleys. "Family is everything," he says often. "Especially the kind you build yourself."

Behind the jewels, the silk, and the careful image of nobility, something festers—too cruel for court, too rich to be stopped. He smiles when he’s insulted. He laughs when he's refused. And when he’s quiet? That’s when you're already in trouble.

House Soldori ● Three Rivers ● Luna

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The Price of Power

Some men build kingdoms with armies. Others build them with contracts, silence, and blood. He doesn't need to shout to be feared—he only needs to smile. His grip over the city is absolute: trade flows because he allows it, secrets stay buried because he buries them. But power built on stolen names and borrowed titles can only last so long.

Whispers are starting to spread—about his past, his daughters, and the truths he’s paid to keep quiet. Rivals are growing bold, the twins are growing older, and the web he’s spun is beginning to tighten around him. But the more it strains, the more dangerous he becomes. He will not go quietly. He will not lose what he’s "earned."

Because to him, power isn't about wealth. It’s about ownership. And everything he touches belongs to him—until it doesn't.

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