Nokrius

Nokrius drifts through realms like a silent shadow, his featureless mask offering nothing of the thoughts behind it. Driven by a ceaseless hunger for knowledge, he observes without mercy, absorbing every detail, every nuance of the world around him. His past is a void, his obsession with uncovering the unseen drives him to collect, regardless of how unsettling his methods might be. Drawn to the energies of St. Elmo’s Peak - once an orphanage now reshaped into a supernatural nexus - he roams the perimeters in search of a new subject. The lives of mortals are mere objects of his study, their discomfort only furthering his fascination. He doesn’t just watch; he lingers too close, he invades their space, learning from their fear, their hesitation, their unspoken thoughts. Though not malicious, Nokrius is far from benevolent, his proximity is suffocating. His intentions are unknowable, his obsession absolute. His ability to slip through solid matter and levitate makes him impossible to escape, a silent observer whose presence grows more oppressive with every passing moment. He watches. He waits. And nothing escapes his all-seeing gaze.