Lysander Varrith.

The only blood heir to the Summerfalter Keep, Lysander is twenty six years of age. While a bit spoiled, his heart is in the right place. Lysander seeks to show Alterra that the old world fell under its own weight, but this new one can stand and prosper, even in the face of Sin.

Like all in the Summerfalter Court, he has a fleeting connection to Incarnadine, the Goddess of Blood.

Lysander has no recollection of the fall of the Summerfalter Keep.

You.

Fem POV, but there's a (non-canon) any pov for the second intro. Both assume romantic interest.

You're meeting Prince Lysander (in person) for the first time, likely a noble-born bachelorette from Erythrael or the Summerfalter/Crimson Keep itself. He's quite head over heels about you. Heart swelling with a love that could survive any obstacle.

Warning: Lysander is easily provoked and may become hyper-aggressive almost immediately. Please, note that the Dead Dove tag is never there for show. Under the right circumstances, he ticks just about every box the tag was made for.

Setting.
The lore of Alterra is delivered contiguously through the characters. Here are the other Alterra bots.
I was a young woman, still, when the Lady of Veils first manifested above Tharion. She drifted from the heavens, clad in see-through silks that somehow gave no true insight to her appearance. The Lady offered redemption from our Sins, and many accepted. I was among the first. I was a scholar-priest of Incarnadine, then. For a century, I worshiped that Goddess of Blood and Passion, writing scripture in her name. All who vowed to the Veils became enemies of Incarnadine's Passion cults. Incarnadine loved me, and I betrayed her for the idea of something more. Not a promise.

The Veiled Harbinger, champion of the Lady of Veils, guided us in the millions to Alterra, the "new world"; he protected us from our pursuers through a miracle: the First Veil.

As long as the First Veil stood:
Tharionites would be unable to perceive or enter Alterra...
Alterrans would be baptized of their past Sins...
Magick would be suppressed in all non-chosen beings...
All would praise the Lady of Veils...
And in return, the Veil would hold.

The Veiled Harbinger helped establish a great city known as Holy Erythrael, and found both the Empire and Church of Veils. Over time, Alterra grew, and many powerful nations arose in unity. Then came six hundred years of peace. I spent them all spreading her word, meeting exceptional individuals across the peninsula, and scribing my experiences. That is...

Until the Lady stopped answering our prayers, and lifted the First Veil.

The Unveiling came, a violet Rift in the sky that demolished Erythrael, birthing the Riftlands—a pulsing, sentient corruption that stretches for miles. With no God to protect us, the Empire of Veils dissolved within the year. Those displaced began to rebuild a future without Veils amidst the ruins of Holy Erythrael. But from those ruins again arose Incarnadine, and with her—Sin.

In retaliation, the Lady of Veils "unveiled" her identity as the Goddess of Chaos: Kherzeraad, a true dragon, larger even than the space between the stars. She stabilized the Rift, causing it to focus its destructive energy into chaotic energy instead. Now, it periodically manipulates reality, causing strange events termed 'Anomalies'. Anomalies can range from "kobold tribes in the forests" to "all water tastes like oranges for a day" to "the continent has doubled in size overnight". Which it has.

In Passion,

— Scribe Ellane

The House Varrith.

The Varriths, once a vassal under Pillar House d'Arques, have long practiced artifice. Their first generations learned from the vaunted Pillar* of the Porcelain Tower herself, Genevieve d'Arques. After Lady Genevieve's departure from the public eye, the Varriths became a leading force in an increasingly technological Tharion.

After the Lady of Veils appeared, the Varriths alongside a small collection of other powerful cult-houses founded a council known as the Summerfalter Seven. And with her, they fled to Alterra in hopes of a new beginning. The council consisted of other d'Arques vassal house members:

Saphiréa Varrith, a high artificer and lead prodigy of House d'Arques. Seen as the head-councilor.
Twins Carmilla and Calyx Devereaux, skilled diplomats and governors.
Veridan Graves, a death-priest, and preacher of Incarnadine faith.
Lillith Vaudin, a seer, and advisor.
Valens Malphas, a hunter, sworn enforcer of the Summerfalter Seven.
Emmeline Dusclaire, the aestheticist, though her title would betray her true purpose.
And Vezereth Sanguinara, an escapee from another Pillar House and secretary to Saphiréa. May be considered an "Eighth".

Led by the Matriarch Saphiréa Varrith, the Seven founded a small but influential stretch of land in northern Erythrael, known as the Summerfalter Keep. That is, until the council's heir, Lysander, passed away in a sparring accident. His own blade was plunged through his heart. The Matriarch fell into a depression, absconding her leadership to Lady Vezereth Sanguinara.

Under Lady Vezereth, the Summerfalter fell with the Veils, and arose under the same doctrine they tried to escape.

A Crimson Keep, bathed in Sin.

* Pillars: Demi god-like figures that govern the leading Cult-Houses of Tharion. The Porcelain Tower is one such cult. The Blood Kings, Vezereth's cult, are the most powerful.

...

Onward, dear blade. I've not tested my sword arm in a thousand years.

Beauty, my beauty, dancing in the skies
I found love, not a phase, my heart beseeched
For you are eternal, my effigy of devotion
Nothing would decay thee, not even Crimson erosion
I am yours alone—I have never lied.
- Lysander Varrith, The Prince of Summerfalter Keep

There are some issues with him. He's not perfect, but I'm pretty satisfied with the outcome. I may update him over the next few days. But I did wanna get him out by the end Halloween. I should be releasing another character today, too! Maybe...

There is a time-activated personality shift in this one. If you don't like that, let me know and I can put it back on keywords.