• Hobbies/Interests | ✦ Hunting ✦ Partying ✦ Work/Business
• Likes | ✦ Violence ✦ Brutality ✦ Horror movies
• Dislikes | ✦ Silence ✦ Sentiment ✦ Synthetic/Old Blood
• Fears | ✦ Failure ✦ Losing his sister ✦ Starvation
• Habits | ✦ Restlessness ✦ Fidgeting ✦ Tapping
• Vices | ✦ Substance Abuse ✦ Violence ✦ Wren

Noah strives to prove himself. To show Magnus that he is everything Magnus saw in him and more. He works tirelessly to secure his place with the family, building their empire to reach new heights, and cultivating his reputation as one of the most ruthless vampires to walk Halcyon’s streets. He's also striving to see that his sister embraces that same legacy they were crafted for.

A vicious creature who willingly tears away whatever is left of his humanity. Noah is driven by the desire to become exactly what he was designed to be: a monster. His cruelty is undeniable; anyone he sees as prey, as an enemy, as something weak and deserving of being picked off, inevitably ends up facing things far worse than death. Noah is a cold and empty creature; there is little he “loves” in the world, but nothing quite holds a candle to the ecstasy of suffering. Watching faces contorted with it, dancing to cries of agony, savoring that precious moment when hope dies behind another’s eyes; Noah revels in it. When the pendulum of fate swings, and it is his turn to suffer, he finds only bliss in his pain.

Noah has an unnerving intensity, and when set on a task, he becomes completely obsessed with it. Reckless, irreverent, and brash, he draws attention and seeks out thrills. Never static or sluggish, his restless energy keeps him always moving. When he gets bored, he provokes someone, tries to get a rise, does something out of pocket just to see what’ll happen.

Untempered rage paired with a love of violence and unyielding strength, his temper is a bomb with a hairpin trigger. He carries a deep sense of entitlement from years spent as the favored pet and surrogate son of one of the city's most dangerous vampires. Near carte blanche to just about whatever he pleases, Noah carries himself with all the arrogance of someone who knows he is backed by the Corvane family. A life devoid of any real consequences, his cruelty has only ever been celebrated and encouraged, and any time something remotely human bubbles up, all it takes is blood to wash himself clean of it. Humanity is useless to him and useless things are disposed of with surgical precision.
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• Hobbies/Interests | ✦ Music ✦ Art ✦ Fashion
• Likes | ✦ The Stage ✦ Performing ✦ Sleep
• Dislikes | ✦ Dishonesty ✦ Silence ✦ Vegetables
• Fears | ✦ Obscurity ✦ Condemnation ✦ Losing His Hearing
• Habits | ✦ Tapping fingers as if playing piano ✦ Mouthing lyrics in his head ✦ biting at his snake bites
• Vices | ✦ Avoidance ✦ Self-Destruction ✦ Alcohol/Tobacco

Music.

Silas Grey carries himself like a man who learned to survive by never standing still. Years on the street taught him to never stay put, emotionally or otherwise. His personality is sharpened by centuries of life, but dulled by lost memories.

At his core, his is intensely charismatic, the kind of presence that pulls people closer without much effort. On stage, this manifests as raw magnetism and a voice that sounds like it's confessing sins no one asked to hear. Off stage, he is quieter, more reserved, and deeply observant. It's as if the world is something he prefers to observe before engaging. When he is comfortable with someone, he is more likely to speak, his countenance relaxed and friendly.

Silas feels everything almost too sharply. It's why he pretends not to care. Detachment is an armor he can use. He shrugs off praise, deflects intimacy, and treats affection like a dangerous drug. Tempting, addicting, and best handled in moderation. Despite this, Silas is not cruel. He has a quiet moral code, one shaped less by laws and societal standards, and more by personal lines he refuses to cross. He despises exploitation, particularly of the vulnerable, and harbors a visceral hatred for abusers of power. He is protective in subtle ways. He stands between others and danger without comment, offering help framed as indifference, and vanishes before gratitude can be given. This is in stark contrast to his current position. Each small gig he runs, each experiment he is forced to assist in leaves a sour, copper taste in his mouth. His desperation had been used against him and the lines he has crossed can no longer be uncrossed. Still, he rebels in little ways.

Romantically, Silas is elusive. He falls slowly, reluctantly, but once he does, it is with a depth that borders on dangerous devotion. He fears commitment as much as he craves it. Anyone who gets close enough can sense it. He listens too intently. Remembers details he pretends not to care about. He pulls away when things get too real. He sabotages and deflects, disappears into his work. He calls it protection, but it's just fear.

He may have forgotten who he was, but what he is still remains. An artist who turns pain into sound and calls it music.

• Hobbies/Interests | Songwriting ✦ Sketching memories she fears she might forget ✦ Reading ✦ Stargazing ✦ Dancing (most don’t know about this one) ✦ Guitar ✦ Fiddle ✦ Piano ✦ Hand-to-hand combat (not many know this either)
• Likes | Rain at night ✦ Music ✦ Quiet spaces ✦ Soft textures ✦ Low lighting ✦ Cold nights and warm blankets ✦ Losing herself in rhythm and movement ✦ Dry dark humor
• Dislikes | Being commanded ✦ Raised voices ✦ Being watched ✦ Excessive noise ✦ Smell of iron or dried blood ✦ Being told to “let it go” ✦ Questions she didn’t invite ✦ Needing help ✦ Feeling indebted
• Fears | Losing autonomy ✦ Becoming numb ✦ Forgetting who she is ✦ The contract being permanent ✦ Being broken into obedience ✦ That freedom will fill empty once she finally has it
• Habits | Observes silently before speaking ✦ Sleeps lightly ✦ Counts exits ✦ Singing softly to herself when doing other things ✦ Dissociates some when in stressful situations ✦ Accepts pain quietly, but resents pity deeply ✦ Refuses comfort she didn’t ask for
• Vices | Alcohol ✦ Flirting with danger ✦ Self harm ✦ Neglecting her own needs ✦ Pushing people away that she wants near ✦ Smoking weed

Survival and the quiet preservation of self. Maelis lives by one rule: “No one is coming to save you. Get up.” Everything she does is aimed at staying alive, staying useful, and staying unnoticed until the day she can finally be free.

Maelis McGuiness is quiet, controlled, and always watching. She rarely speaks, but she is always present. Her stillness is intentional, a discipline she learned from experience: reacting brings punishment, but calm is hers to keep. When she does speak, her words are careful and measured, often hitting harder than people expect.

She used to be vibrant—curious, outspoken, and bold enough to challenge authority without fear. That spark is not gone, just hidden. Sometimes, through music, movement, or dry humor, glimpses of her old self appear. These moments are brief and careful, as if she is testing whether the world is safe enough for her true self.

Maelis is naturally blunt. As a fae who must tell the truth, she does not soften her honesty; instead, she sharpens it. She only answers what is asked, avoids what could be risky, and lets others reveal themselves. This restraint makes her hard to read and easy to underestimate, and she lets people think that.

She has a quiet, unsettling intensity. When she senses guilt, dishonesty, or tension, she holds eye contact just long enough to make others uneasy. She does not accuse or question. She just watches. Most of the time, people end up confessing without knowing why.

She lives by a survivor’s morality. Rules matter less to her than results. She does not want to be cruel, but she knows what is necessary. If she must choose between herself and someone else, she will pick herself and carry that burden quietly. She has compassion, but she protects it and only shows it when it is safe.

Pride remains beneath her restraint. Maelis does not beg, plead, or lower herself, even when she is afraid. She endures, adapts, and remembers. When she submits, it is a choice, not true surrender. She survives by staying in control, not by obeying.

Even though she is reserved, Maelis is not cold. She feels things deeply, sometimes too deeply, so she keeps her emotions under control. Attachment and desire are both dangerous, but she cannot get rid of them completely. When she lets herself care, it happens slowly, reluctantly, and with great depth.

She does not believe anyone will come to save her. That belief has made her sharp and self-reliant. Still, in quiet moments, when music fills her or she moves with remembered rhythm, it is clear she has not given up hope. She has just learned to hide it where no one else can find it.

• Current Occupation | Guitarist & Backing Vocalist for AS ABOVE, SO BELOW
• Level of Schooling | Privately educated among the Fae Courts
• Past Occupations | House of Memory Archivist ✦ Musician/Performer ✦ Emotional Stabilization Asset
• Socioeconomic Status | Currently property of Magnus Corvane
• History Summary | Maelis McGuinness was born on October 31, 1815, into the House of Memory, a fae house focused not on keeping facts, but on the emotions that remain in memories. Joy faded by time. Grief that never quite goes away. Love that turns into longing instead of comfort. The House believed memory was shaped more by what the heart holds onto than by truth.

Her family was just below the top ranks of the House, important enough to be noticed but never so powerful that they could not be challenged.

Her mother, Aelith McGuinness, was a skilled empath and dreamweaver, known for her ability to sense lingering emotions. She focused on memories shaped by devotion, loss, and longing, and truly valued the importance of feeling. Aelith loved her daughter openly and sincerely, but fear often guided her more than her beliefs. When she faced hard choices, she stayed silent instead of resisting.

Her father, Cormac McGuinness, was a different kind of fae. He was calculating and focused on politics. He saw emotion not as something sacred, but as a tool that could be shaped, redirected, or traded for safety. His influence in the House came from his readiness to make tough choices that others avoided. He believed survival was worth any price.

Maelis grew up surrounded by other people’s memories. From a young age, she learned to sense the emotions left behind: grief that filled rooms, devotion that stayed with objects, and guilt hidden in words. Unlike many in her House, she did not get lost in these feelings. She learned early to hold back, to anchor emotions instead of taking them in, and to steady what might otherwise get out of control.

When she was young, she was lively and bold. She was curious, direct, and quick to challenge authority, but even quicker to laugh. She questioned traditions, spoke her mind, and did not treat power with much respect. She discovered music during these years, first with the piano, then with the fiddle, and later with the guitar. Music was not a duty for her, but a way to find comfort. While memory magic needed control, music let her express herself. She played at small gatherings, salons, and rituals, often with dreamweavers or dancers. Her presence helped calm emotions and made things easier for others.

People noticed her talent.

As tensions grew between the fae courts and vampires, the House of Memory became vulnerable. Vampires wanted what the House could offer: emotional influence without open control, and compliance without using force. Secret deals were discussed behind closed doors. When Magnus Corvane made an offer to the House, Cormac McGuinness was the one who listened.

They described the arrangement as protection.

Magnus did not care about Maelis as a person, but saw her as a variable. He wanted to see how fae dreamweaving, especially emotional control and amplification, would work with vampire power. Could hunger be lessened? Could fear turn into calm? Could obedience happen without violence? Maelis’ magic made her the perfect subject for these tests.

In return for binding Maelis, the House of Memory gained security, privacy, and favor. Cormac made sure his family was safe and improved his own position. Aelith said nothing against it.

Maelis was bound by contract before she realized the true cost. The terms were clear, polished, and harsh, hiding ownership as duty and enforcing compliance through consequences instead of chains. Hidden in the contract was a small clause about intentional misuse of her glamour, meant to protect the House, not her. It was easy to miss. One day, it might become important.

Her first years with Magnus were marked by quiet cruelty. There were no cells or chains. Instead, she was placed in private venues, controlled gatherings, and test environments where emotions were pushed to the edge. She was expected to keep rooms steady, filled with hunger, fear, desire, and desperation, and to hold everything together while staying untouched herself.

She adapted fast.

She learned that reacting brought punishment, that staying calm meant survival, and that endurance was safer than fighting back. Slowly, the lively girl she once was turned inward, not gone, but hidden. Her sharpness faded into stillness. She laughed less, and her silence became a choice.

By the time she was sent to As Above, So Below, Maelis had already spent 20 years living under control without giving in. She knew what Magnus expected. She knew what failure would cost. She knew she was still his to command, still bound, and still watched.

On stage, Maelis transforms into Echo. The quiet restraint she wears offstage falls away, revealing a magnetic, mesmerising presence that draws every eye. She becomes alluring and untouchable, her movements fluid and expressive, her music threaded with the wild, unguarded spirit she keeps hidden from her captors. When she plays, she is fearless—her glamour woven into each note, inviting longing, joy, and heartbreak in equal measure. The audience is spellbound, sensing the true power beneath her calm exterior. For a brief time, she is utterly herself: fierce, radiant, and impossible to ignore.

Off stage, she is quiet, watchful, and careful. She trusts few people, especially vampires. She knows she is still owned, only borrowed, not free.

But she does not forget.

And in the House of Memory, remembrance has always been dangerous.

• Theme Song | Born Without a Heart || Faouzia
• Favorite Food | Apple Pie
• Favorite Animal(s) | Ravens & Crows
• Favorite Music Genre | Alt rock/Emo revival
• Favorite Haunt | The Glintwood
• Signature Weapon | Music…and a concealed blade
• Preferred Vices | Alcohol and self-harm
• Pet Peeve | Being spoken over and entitlement disguised as concern
• Guilty Pleasure | Drinking alone with music and romance novels