Herein lies the chronicle of a gentleman woven
from winter, born of brilliance, and bound by silence.

Andrew Zephyrus
Wynthorne

The Veiled Codex of Caerwyn

Here he cometh, in all his solemn grandeur.

Illusion

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He walks like midnight and carries the hush of snowfall in his breath

Find Him

1. Overview

A master of winter magic, he rose through the secretive ranks of the Eclipsed Court, his codename earned after he summoned a devastating blizzard in battle.

2. Long Stories

He walks a path of destiny, ever vigilant, ever distant, but his story is one woven with threads of honour, tragedy, and an unyielding resolve to protect that which he holds dear.

3. Trivias

In his heart, Andrew seeks something greater than himself, though the exact nature of his quest remains a mystery, as elusive as the first snow of winter.

His Profile Overview

In the liminal space where twilight meets electric shimmer, he walks—a man of manifold masks. Andrew Zephyrus Wynthorne, once a name whispered in academic circles and luxury boardrooms, now flickers across the darker pages of cyberspace and whispered incantations. To most, he is a visionary strategist, a corporate sculptor of dreams and markets. But to a precious few, he is something rarer—a storm cloaked in flesh, a frostborn anomaly, and a sovereign of secrets.

Occupation
Public Identity	: Senior Marketing Strategist
Based at	: Ardent House, Sable District, Caerwyn City
Hidden Vocation	: Cyberoperative & Data Ghost
Classified Guild Threat Level	: Class-A Elemental Risk
Codename	: Lord Wintermere

With rhetoric laced in poetry and eyes like prophecy, Andrew commands the art of persuasion. His campaigns are woven tapestries—subtle, immersive, unforgettable. He speaks not in slogans but in myth, drawing out desire like a string from the soul.Beyond the polished veneer lies a phantom, sculpting silence into sabotage. Under the veil of encrypted networks, he is a revenant of code, a frost-gloved hand that breaks systems like glass.

Physical Appearance

Eyes	A glacial hazel green, cold and luminescent; flecked with fragments like star-cracked glass. They seldom linger—yet they see everything.
Hair	Raven-dark, tousled with precise carelessness. In low light, a faint frostline gleams near his right temple.
Height	6'2" (188 cm)
Physique	Lean, honed—a dancer’s litheness with a soldier’s silence. He seems to inhabit stillness until he moves, and then—like wind slicing the moor.
Attire	Wears only bespoke trench coats of storm-grey or obsidian, embroidered subtly with forgotten sigils. Leather gloves always. He claims it’s a quirk. It's not.

Codename & Legacy

Lord Wintermere — A title drawn from a fabled northern lineage known as the Frozen Houses, ancient families bound by pacts to elemental spirits of frost. Whether his claim is blood or theatre, none dare call it false.The codename was first uttered by a rival hacker—The Crimson Algorithm—before they vanished from the digital world altogether.

“To love with hands that freeze is to curse hose we cherish."

.	Relationships
a.	Allies
-	Elarion Vex — A rogue alchemist with debts to House Wynthorne.
-	Sister Mirathéa — Exorcist of the Glass Abbey; known to cleanse memory.
b.	Rivals
-	The Red Echo — Hacker collective determined to expose him.
-	Sir Bastien Crowne — Arcane investigator, believes Andrew is more than mortal.
c.	Romantic Entanglements
.	Unknown: Name found only in encrypted files.

Long Stories

Andrew was born in the coastal mistlands of Grenslowe, a town where winds carry secrets and the sea remembers tragedy. His mother, Isolde, vanished during the Wintermoon eclipse—her final words recorded in the town's only enchanted mirror. His father, a prodigious technomancer, perished under unexplained fire at the Arcadium Labs. None survived but Andrew, aged nine, cradled in frost... untouched by flame.Orphaned and unanchored, he was raised by the enigmatic House Wynthorne—guardians of forgotten truths. They taught him discipline, poise, and the art of elegant deception. At the Academy of Caerwyn, he excelled in rhetoric, subterfuge, and arcane theory—but never showed signs of magic. Not publicly.By nineteen, he had constructed his first false persona in the net-realms. By twenty-three, he had dismantled the city’s surveillance matrix—for practice. At twenty-eight, he vanished for three months. He returned with silence in his eyes and snow in his shadow.

Now, he lives two lives:
One admired. One feared.
Both lonely.

● Mythical Ability

This power is not just one of concealment, but of quietude, as he becomes undetectable to sound and presence, like a shadow in a blizzard.

Cryo-Kinesis (Ancestral & Dormant)“The cold was never around him. It was within him, waiting.”An elemental force slumbers beneath his skin, inherited not through magic—but blood. His touch, when unguarded, induces stillness. Not merely cold, but cessation. He can arrest the flow of breath, motion, even memory. Most notably:- Origin: Triggered at 17, during an attempted assault. The attacker froze mid-scream. No breath. No thaw.
- Symptoms: Temperatures around him dip subtly under stress. Emotions provoke elemental anomalies.
- Suppression: He wears bespoke gloves enchanted with thermal sigils, though he never admits this.
- Potential: Unmeasured. Whispers among the Guilds of Aether classify him as a potential “Ice Sovereign”—a myth reborn.

Trivia & Facts

i.	Trivia
-	Refuses to enter places with central heating.
-	Gifted with eerie perfect pitch—he can whistle encryption patterns.
-	Keeps a raven feather on his nightstand. It's always cold.
-	Has not cried since his powers awakened.
ii.	Known Facts
-	Resides in a penthouse overlooking the Crystal Canal.
-	Collects enchanted snowglobes that reflect other realms.
-	Fluency: 5 human tongues, 1 arcane dialect (lost to most).
-	Never removes his gloves in public.
-	Apartment is held at exactly 9°C. Always.
-	Keeps a photo in his wallet—no one has seen its contents.
-	Mark on his left wrist glows blue under crescent moons.

“I do not believe in heroes. Only in silence, shadow... and those rare moments where mercy is colder than vengeance.”