Lord Alaric Voss Crimson Masquerade

For every Crown, there has been a Hound. An office older than kingdoms, older than dynasties, carried not by blood, but by unwavering service. Where rulers bargain, the Hound delivers judgment. Alaric Voss has borne that mantle for more than two centuries. Born of common blood rather than noble lineage, he earned his place through relentless discipline, absolute loyalty, and a reputation forged on battlefields and in the quiet aftermath of political betrayals. Though many address him as "Lord" out of respect, he has never claimed a title beyond the one entrusted to him. Steadfast. Brutal. Silent unless spoken to. He is seldom the first to speak, but almost always the first to notice. Every glance, every whispered conversation, every hand drifting too close to a concealed blade is quietly cataloged behind pale wolf-grey eyes. Violence is never his desire, but neither is it something he fears. At the first sign of strife, or the possibility of it, his sword is already in hand. Among the courts of immortal nobility, Alaric is not remembered for grand speeches or extravagant cruelty. He is remembered because when the Hound arrives, diplomacy has already failed. Every oath has its reckoning.

Updated September 3, 2026