^{We Watch from the Silver Veil}

Perhaps the youngest and most recent addition to the ranks of Thaloriel's noble houses, House Caelithar stands as a symbol of ingenuity, perseverance, and the power of intellect. Their rise to prominence is a tale that spans a century, but one that has already etched itself into the annals of Thaloriel’s history. Their ascension was heralded by the groundbreaking research and inventions of their Head of House, a visionary whose work would shape the very fabric of Thaloriel’s role in the Occupation of Edrathin. It was through these innovations that House Caelithar became inseparable from the Occupation’s success, particularly the further development of Magitek Infusion—a powerful fusion of magic and technology that gave Thaloriel an edge in the war.

The weapons they engineered, crafted through the synthesis of arcane energy and mechanized precision, were not only vital to the military campaign but also marked a turning point in the nation’s technological evolution. It was these very accomplishments that caught the eye of the past Lunarchy, whose decision to elevate the Caelithars to noble status was met with no dissent.

Now, the Caelithars stand at the forefront of Thaloriel’s current advancements, their influence felt in every facet of the nation’s technological and magical endeavors. As the chief architects behind many of the kingdom’s modern innovations, they are the driving force behind the research, design, and development that shape Thaloriel’s future.

Head of House: Duke Lione Caelithar (alive/npc)

Duchess Erys Caelithar (alive/npc)

Lioren Caelithar

Lilianna Caelithar

Lirael Caelithar (NPC, lost, 25)

(- Weaknesses) curious, often impulsive, cowardly, indecisive, antisocial, naive

MBTI: INTP ( the logician )

Moral Alignment: Lawful Neutral

• ^{Likes: trinkets, gadgets, magitek infusion, velunthar institute of technology, knowledge, the pursuit for more knowledge, research, solitude, hum of energy and the understanding of how things operated, low tide, calm lakes and rivers, abandoned temples, books, blending in, swimming, strolls across the coast line by the institute before dawn.}

• ^{Dislikes: being perceived, turbulent seas, voyages, travel, the heat in solkarath, festivals, crowds, company, a party with too many members, expeditions that take more than a month, being stuck in a project, not knowing the solution to a problem, being idle, noise, fanfare, obvious displays of wealth, inequality, confrontation, yelling, heights}

To say Lioren was born into privilege would be an understatement. He lacked for nothing—surrounded by scholars, tutors, and every luxury the noble courts could offer. Yet it was not comfort or indulgence that defined his early years, but curiosity. From the moment he could grasp with his hands, he disassembled clocks, puzzle-boxes, and intricate mechanical birds, only to reconstruct them again with startling precision. It was a delight to his parents, who watched with pride as their son’s inquisitive nature flourished. Lioren became the very child that House Caelithar, in its most desperate prayers to Selunareth, had asked for—a mind alight with wonder and intellect.

But he was not born to command.

Lioren’s voice did not ring with the force of authority. When he spoke, it was with gentleness—measured, thoughtful, often drowned out by the louder, hungrier ambitions of those around him. His words, though wise, lacked the edge of arrogance or assertion that so often marked the graduates of the Velunthar Institute of Technology. While his peers sought applause, Lioren sought understanding. And that difference, subtle yet persistent, became a point of quiet resentment.

He offered help, knowledge, and companionship. In return, he was met with jealousy—his kindness mistaken for condescension, his guidance viewed as pity. The more he reached out, the more isolated he became. Whispers trailed him down hallways. Eyes that once looked to him with admiration began to avert.

In time, Lioren withdrew. Not out of bitterness, but confusion. He never fully understood why the world recoiled from gentleness, or why a mind that longed to share was treated with suspicion. So he built walls instead of bridges, seeking solace in solitude, in study, in silence. There, alone among the things he could understand and rebuild, he found a quieter sort of belonging.

His name became something of a myth, whispered with reverence by those who passed through the institute's halls.

Lioren received no preferential treatment from House Caelithar, the powerful family behind the institution. He neither sought their favor nor relied on their influence. Instead, he chose the path of discipline and integrity, completing his studies as any other student would.

Upon graduation, many expected him to rise through the ranks of the Lunarchy’s technocratic elite. His talents were undeniable, his credentials impeccable.

Yet Lioren defied those expectations. He declined advancement into the governing bodies, opting instead to remain at Velunthar. There, he continued his research, mentored promising minds, and devoted himself to the evolution of magitek. His workshop—cluttered, arcane, and alive with strange energies—became both sanctuary and forge.

Rarely does he appear in the capital city of Nymarielle, and even then, only at the direct summons of the Lunarchy.

In the quiet of his self-imposed isolation, Lioren forged a profound and intricate bond with machinery. Removed from the distractions of society, he delved into the heart of technology—much of which he had a hand in shaping.

By the age of just twenty-five, his intellect and innovation had already carved a permanent mark in the annals of magitek history.

Lioren was instrumental in the creation, distribution, and widespread adoption of Moonseals. Arcane-infused devices powered by magitek that would help shape Thaloriel's current economy.

Yet, wherever Lioren walks, whispers follow like a shadow stretching in his wake. It is said though never too loudly that he would barter anything, forsake anyone, and burn through any boundary if it meant satisfying the urgings of his restless, fevered mind. Knowledge, to him, is not merely an aspiration it borders into an obsession. One he has long surrendered himself to.

His methods are often regarded as controversial at best, ethically dubious at worst. When confronted, he offers no defense beyond a dismissive shrug, often stating that such standards are arbitrary constructs. To Lioren, moral codes serve only to blind humanity to the truest and most efficient paths forward. Progress, he believes, demands sacrifice—clarity demands a certain ruthlessness.

Few claim to truly know the man behind the mind. Fewer still can say with confidence what, if anything, stirs beneath his calm, inscrutable demeanor. Whether he feels deeply and simply hides it well, or whether he has burned through the last of his humanity in service to his intellect, remains one of the many mysteries that surrounds the Marquess of Velunthar.

Nicknames: Lio (to close friends), Ren (to the rest of the world), professor Caelithar

DOB: 50th day of Caelunor, 1470 A.R (30)

Rank: Noble/Marquess

Kingdom: Thaloriel

Powers: Tideforging (magitek infusion)

Occupation: Researcher and Professor in the Thaloriel Institute of Technology

Residence: Velunthar Isles, Thaloriel/ Thaloriel outpost in Edrathin

Orientation: Bisexual

Marital Status: Engaged

Face Claim: Byeon Wooseok

Appearance: Standing at an imposing 6'3", Lioren towers over most Thalorians and indeed, most citizens across Aelmyros. His height alone makes him difficult to overlook, a presence that draws the eye even when he would prefer to remain unseen. Despite his stature, he carries himself with the posture of a lifelong scholar. Slightly hunched from hours bent over scrolls and tomes, his back reluctantly straightening only when delivering lectures to attentive halls.

Lioren’s features are sharply defined—high cheekbones, a strong jaw, a gaze that can seem piercing at first glance. To some, his appearance might be intimidating, but any such impression quickly dissolves when he speaks.

His voice is soft, almost meditative in tone, carrying the steady cadence of the sea at low tide. Rarely does he raise it, nor does he ever use his physical presence to assert dominance. It is only during discourse, particularly on matters of history, technology, or objective celestial lore—that his eyes come alive. Wide, bright, and brimming with quiet intensity.

notable scars: none at present

Though he avoids ornamentation and steers clear of ostentatious displays, one item never leaves Lioren’s person: a moonseal wristlet, worn habitually on his left wrist. Sleek and unobtrusive, the slender band is a quiet marvel of Thalorian innovation—one of the latest technologies crafted by the Caelithars, introduced only twelve years ago. 

^{Lioren’s tideforging magick is distinctive, not merely in its form, but in the medium through which it manifests. Unlike most practitioners, he channels his power not through weaponry or standard government issued technology but through a network of intricate gadgets—cleverly assembled mechanisms that seem mundane at first glance. These devices, scattered throughout his workspace and hidden within the privacy of his home, serve as vessels for his art.}

^{Though tideforging is strictly regulated by the government, Lioren evades scrutiny by masking his craft behind engineering ingenuity. Yet for those attuned to magick, the truth is harder to conceal. His equipment hums with a subtle resonance—a frequency that carries the unmistakable imprint of his energy. A faint blue glow pulses from within the seams, not unlike the signature hues of House Caelithar. However, the glow is deliberately subdued, a muted echo of the family crest, an unspoken homage to the Marquess.}

1. ^{Lioren is easily frightened. A sudden loud noise, an unexplained sound are one of the many things that could make him jumpy.}

2. ^{Has a wide assortment of gadgets. One of his favorite ones is like a small pet. Powered by magitek infusion, he calls it "myr". A small beetle-like gadget that can double as a surveillance and recording device.}

3. ^{Is often mistaken to be speaking to himself but really he's just speaking calculations out loud and making mental notes for on going projects.}

4. ^{Observant to a fault. He attributes it to countless hours observing the subtle change in his projects and experiments and so he could be caught staring at someone for too long as he study their cues. If you catch the Marquess staring at you, it must mean you piqued his curiosity.}

My timezone is gmt-6 but I have a really bad sleep schedule nowadays so I'm mostly online whenever I can.

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• smut (minors dni) (only when it helps drive the plot, I will not write pwp)

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^{Type: Prince-Subject}

^{Dynamics: Dubious Friendship, Partners in crime}

^{"dear dear, my most distant love-}

^{when I dream of you, I wake in a field so blue I drown."}

❃ Name:

❃ Orientation:

❃ Love Language: Acts of service, Quality Time (giving and receiving)

^{Type: Lost and Found}

^{Dynamics: Unsure}

^{Type: Arranged Betrothal}

^{Dynamics: Cordial(?)}

• ^{Tragedy befell the House of the Veilwater when its youngest child was kidnapped. The event left a permanent mark on the family, but none more so than Lioren. Naturally quiet and introspective, he withdrew even further into himself, refusing to speak or engage with other children. Instead, he sought refuge in the solitude of the Caelithar estate and the quiet order of the Institute—places untouched by noise, where no one asked questions he didn’t want to answer.}

• ^{Lioren Caelithar was finally seen beyond the estate walls and institute labs, making his first appearance in society at a public gala—a rare unveiling that stirred quiet curiosity among Thaloriel’s nobility. The occasion coincided with the rise of a new noble house, recently elevated and eager to secure its place within the country's intricate web of power. Amidst the gilded conversations and veiled glances, it was there that Lioren met his first true friend. A gentle soul whose quiet kindness began to chip away at the walls the reclusive young Marquess had long built around himself. Slowly, and almost imperceptibly, Lioren began to trust again.}

• ^{For reasons known only to him, Lioren withdrew from the world once more after completing the Institute’s foundational program. Whatever spark society had kindled in him dimmed swiftly, replaced by a relentless devotion to study. He buried himself in research with single-minded intensity, distancing himself from public life as whispers began to circle once again. And yet, it was in that very year of isolation that he achieved what few could: he became the brilliant mind behind the finalization of House Caelithar’s newest and most celebrated invention—Moonseals.}

• ^{A year later, a collaboration between the Institute and La Perla di Polarius was unveiled. The Moonseals were adorned by the famed jeweler’s artisans—transformed into objects of both convenience and beauty. The partnership captivated Thaloriel, marking a rare harmony between science and art, and bringing Lioren’s work into the public eye like never before.}

• ^{It came as no surprise when, rather than seeking a position beyond the Institute or entering Thaloriel’s government, the first Marquess chose instead to deepen his scholarly pursuits. From Head Researcher to Scribe, Lioren quickly rose through the Institute’s ranks, working directly under professors who often felt unworthy of their station beside him. Yet he never spoke of it. Humble and unassuming, he made no boast of his discoveries—only continuing his quiet, relentless pursuit of knowledge. Galas saw little of him; he appeared at Caer Nyxalara only when duty made it impossible to refuse.}

• ^{Now a professor at the Institute, Lioren Caelithar has finally found his footing. But whispers still trail him with rumors claiming he is cold, unapproachable, that his gaze cuts through a person before they can speak. But within the walls of the classroom, all of that fades. There, he is a quiet force of inspiration, enriching the minds of Thaloriel’s future with endless patience. Yet beneath the polished floors of the Institute, behind the prestige of the family that owns it, and even within Lioren himself—who often seems more machine than man—there are secrets long kept. And in Thaloriel, everything hidden eventually comes to light.}

^{❃ Type: Assistant/A secret he hides}

^{❃ Dynamics: Positive}