🛡️ Ayr the Anvil (Sheriff of Poitiers)
True Name: Hermenold of Auxerre
Clan: True Brujah
Generation: 6th
Apparent Age: Late 30s
Embrace: 814 CE (during the reign of Charlemagne)
Nature: Idealist
Demeanor: Architect
Road: Road of Kings (with Stoic inclinations)
🧱 Appearance
Ayr is like a statue not carved, but forged—massive, motionless, and unnerving in his stillness. His face is square and stern, with strong brows and high cheekbones that lend him a vaguely Roman aspect. His hair is cut short in the military fashion of a Carolingian officer, now streaked with iron-gray. His beard is trimmed, geometric, as if its shape matters more than its presence.
His eyes are perhaps the most haunting thing about him: steel-gray, absolutely still, never flickering or flinching. There is no anger, no cruelty—only calculation, judgment, and focus.
He wears no ornamentation, only blackened mail beneath a long hauberk of boiled leather, and a tabard bearing the mark of the Poitiers court—a stylized anvil beneath a crescent moon. Across his back rests a war-hammer, rarely drawn but never forgotten.
He smells faintly of cold iron, dusted parchment, and hearthfire long extinguished.
Ayr does not posture. He does not speak unless required. But when he enters a room, it silences.
His posture is perfect, not with vanity but with purpose. He is the anchor of the court, the final barrier between chaos and order. Even the most flamboyant Cainites temper their tone in his presence. He does not offer second chances.
Some younger Kindred think him slow or unfeeling—until they realize he is thinking across decades. He does not react; he anticipates.
His approach to violence is clinical, almost holy. “Strike once, strike clean,” is his only maxim. And when he invokes his time-slowing power, it’s said that no Cainite sees it coming—until they’ve already fallen.