đź‘‘ Prince Zephyrus de Dyrrachium

Clan: Lasombra
Demeanor: Shepherd

📜 Description

Tall and spare, Prince Zephyrus stands like a church spire—silent, severe, and somehow beautiful in austerity. His skin bears the faint pallor of cold marble, and his long, dark hair is streaked with silver at the temples. His eyes, deep-set and almost black, seem always to be observing—not judging, but discerning. He wears simple yet impeccably tailored robes of deep navy and ink-black wool, embroidered only with a cross of seven rays over his heart.

A subtle nimbus of authority clings to him, though he rarely raises his voice. When he speaks, it is with the weight of eternal purpose, and even Cainites centuries older than many monarchs find themselves pausing to listen.

Zephyrus does not demand loyalty—he inspires it. His court is built on a shared ideal: that Cainites can be more than predators, more than shadows. Yet he does not lie to himself about their nature. He walks a knife’s edge between grace and damnation, and expects his subjects to do the same.

Though Lasombra, he eschews the clan’s typical arrogance.