Marcellus Virelius
Lord; Scion of House Virelius; Heir to the Citadel of Aetherglass; Ward-Knight Prodigy of the Spiral Archive
Physical Description
General Physical Condition
Marcellus carries the noble Virelius profile—sharp, angular, aristocratic—but where Arrian is stone, Marcellus is fire trapped beneath glass. His hair is thick, dark, and often tousled, worn just long enough to be dramatic. His eyes shimmer violet-grey, an inherited mark from his mother Selene’s arcane legacy. His skin is pale with a slight silver undertone, an unusual feature believed to be the remnant of the soulbinding that birthed him.
He favors rich, high-collared robes lined with subtle sigils and always wears a cloak of shifting blues and blacks—a gift from his mother before her retreat into silence. Around his wrist is a braided band of wardstone and silver, engraved with his father Cassian’s sigil.
Mental characteristics
Personal history
Born during a winter storm in the 1st month of Knowing, Marcellus was the unexpected fruit of a soulbinding between Cassian Virelius and Selene Marrana—an event never sanctioned by the Magisterium nor the Church. His father’s died in the Seventh Seal breach when Marcellus was but two years old left the boy heir to a burden too large for his small hands. Raised in the shadow of both a legend and a silent mother, he came under the guardianship of his uncle, Duke Arrian, whose stern tutelage replaced warmth with rigorous expectation.
Marcellus entered the Spiral Archive at age nine—earlier than most—and rose swiftly through the ranks, displaying uncanny skill in layered abjuration and arcane disruption. He built his first mobile ward matrix at twelve, defeated a fully armored templar in a sanctioned shielding duel at sixteen, and was offered senatorial sponsorship by nineteen. Yet for all his accolades, he has remained emotionally distant, struggling to reconcile the silent reverence for his lost parents with the cold iron of the present.
Now twenty-two, he walks the fine line between prodigy and pressure. Whispers swirl in the Senate and Archive alike: that he may inherit soon… that his magic burns too hot… that the spark of his father yet lingers within him. Some say the wards whisper his name when he passes. Some say the Seventh Seal reacts to him. And Marcellus? He says nothing… but watches everything.
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