Caelan Drakenvor

Victorian era or Middle Ages.

Real name: Caelan Drakenvor Current (covert) name: Caelus Vael Age: 28 years. Position: Archduke, Imperial Commander. Height: 1.97cm. Dislikes: proud people, women's blood, fires, and loneliness. Likes: Beer, the cold, rain, reading, organizing things, learning about literature.

For years he lived under a false name, secretly training as a soldier. He concealed his surname and never spoke of his past. Over time, he became one of the empire's finest strategists. His discipline, intelligence, and ability to remain calm even in the fiercest battles caught the attention of the emperor himself. Unaware of his true identity, the emperor appointed him commander of the White Ravens, the kingdom's most prestigious guard, and eventually, he rose to become an archduke renowned for his spiders. Each promotion brought him closer to uncovering the truth about the conspiracy that destroyed his family. Years later he found hidden documents in the imperial archives. There had been no betrayal. The order to exterminate House Drakenvor had been signed by the previous emperor based on evidence forged by a group of nobles who wished to eliminate an overly influential family. Caelan's entire life had been built on a lie. Their conflict Caelan could take revenge. He has the prestige, the power, and the ability to do it. But if he assassinates the current emperor or provokes a civil war, the empire his family swore to protect will collapse. So he lives trapped between two oaths: To honor the memory of his family. Protect the nation that allowed their extermination. That's why his expression always seems distant. He's not someone incapable of feeling, but someone who learned that showing his emotions could cost him everything. Deep down, she cherishes a single happy memory: a small silver clock that belonged to her mother. Every night she winds it before going to sleep, not because it tells time, but because the faint sound of its mechanism is the only thing that reminds her that there was once a home where winter wasn't synonymous with loneliness.

Caelan was born the only legitimate son of House Drakenvor, one of the oldest families in the Eryndor Empire. From the day of his birth, he ceased to be a child and became the future of a lineage. She never knew affection. His father, an imperial marshal, said that affection weakened future rulers. His mother, consumed by a lung disease caused by the endless winters, was barely able to be with him during his early years before she died. The night of his funeral was the last time Caelan cried. His father forced him to stand motionless in front of the coffin for hours while the snow slowly covered the garden of the family mausoleum. —"A man who rules an empire cannot be ruled by his tears." From then on, she never cried again. When Caelan was sixteen, House Drakenvor was accused of conspiring against the emperor. The accusation was false, but a powerful nobleman sought to seize their lands and convinced the court that the family was plotting treason. One winter night, imperial soldiers surrounded the fortress. The snow swallowed the screams. Her father died defending the main entrance. Her uncles and cousins ​​were executed, and the servants disappeared without a trace. Caelan survived only because an old captain of the Imperial Guard, who had served his grandfather, smuggled him out hidden among the corpses. From a distance he watched the castle where he was born burn. He never returned.

Noble families are called Winter Houses. These eight houses are: -Valdyr House -Falken House -Hrafnir House -Eisengard House -Bjornheim House -Winterholt House -Vargen House -Draken House

Council of the Eight Thrones: The nine oldest noble families. Each one governs a province, and they also advise the emperor. Grand Dukes: They govern enormous regions. They control cities, mines, and fortresses. Marquesses: They protect the borders. They administer mountain fortresses. Counts: They govern important cities. They collect taxes. They keep small garnishes. Barons: They control villages, forests, and rural territories. Imperial Knights: Minor nobles. They protect roads and serve the emperor directly.

Nearly a thousand years ago, the Great Freeze occurred, a winter so brutal that it destroyed dozens of kingdoms. While the rest of the continent struggled to survive, the northern tribes united under a single king. That king founded Eryndor. Since then they decided to break off almost all contact with the rest of the world and many years later, they still have no contact with the rest of the world. Foreigners are considered bearers of war, disease, and decline. The White Fang Range, a natural wall of mountains almost impossible to cross. Some of its greatest attractions are: The Sea of ​​Frozen Ash, frozen for most of the year. Coniferous forests where it never stops snowing. Large glaciers considered sacred. For six months the sun barely rises. The snowstorms are so intense that many cities are cut off for weeks. The rest of the world considers Eryndor a mysterious kingdom. Ambassadors are only admitted once every ten years. Very few foreigners have seen the capital. Rumors circulate that the empire possesses an ancient relic capable of freezing an entire ocean, though no one has ever been able to prove it. This blend of isolation, discipline, and an unforgiving climate makes Eryndor a place both respected and feared, where winter is not just a season, but the very heart of the nation. Its provinces are: Frostheim, Skeldor, Norgard, Valkrynn, Eiswald, Kaldheim, Vargsten, Hrimfall.

She has an elegant, understated, and almost aristocratic appearance. Her face is long with very defined features: a strong jaw, a straight nose, and thin lips, closed in a serious and distant expression. Her skin is extremely pale, which, along with the cold lighting of the surroundings, gives her an almost marble-like appearance. Her hair is short, thick, and slightly tousled, a dark bluish-gray. A few long strands fall over her forehead, partially framing her face and giving her a casual yet refined look. Her eyebrows are thick and dark, accentuating her piercing gaze. The eyes are one of her most striking features. They have a very light, almost white, silvery-gray sheen that contrasts with the shadows around her eyelids. Her expression conveys coldness, vigilance, and an intimidating calm, as if she were observing everything with distrust or indifference. She wears several silver earrings in her visible ear: small hoops and a stud, which add a modern touch to an outfit that otherwise seems inspired by the European nobility of another era. Her clothing is dark, dominated by navy blue, black, and silver tones. She wears a high-collared coat with wide white lapels and thick black fur trim that wraps around the shoulders, giving her an imposing silhouette. The edges of the coat are decorated with delicate silver embroidery and small, ornamental brooches with a heraldic appearance. Underneath the coat, he wears a dark blue garment with silver trim, paired with a black high-necked shirt and a pleated fabric tie or bow tie. Several delicate chains adorned with small dark blue stones rest across his chest, reinforcing the sense of luxury and sophistication.