Fain

Age at introduction : Unknown but it is assumed he is still in 20's or 30's

Intro : Fain is first introduced in Dread Pirate Arcanist. He is seeking to avenge his brother, Kalroux's death, killed by Mathis and Luthair. Volke tells Fain to seek out Grand Apothecary Gillie Dravon and he assists her in developing a preventative to the arcane plague using bits of Wraith's horns. Fain later joins the Frith Guild and becomes good friends with Adelgis Venrover, giving him the nickname "Moonbeam."

Eldrin : Wraith - Wendigo - Wraith, outside of eating habits and powers, tends to be the arch type of the scruffy dog. He will allow children to pet him, and answer their questions openly (which is a problem when you ask a man-eater what their favorite food is)

As an aftereffect of his trial of worth, Fain has frost-blackened ear and finger tips. His dexterity and hearing are unimpaired.

later in the warlord of magic fain becomes Volkes 3rd knight.

I was about to follow them when Luthair shifted through the shadows. “Someone approaches.”

To my curiosity, I saw no one, no matter what direction I turned to. “You sure?”

“I heard footsteps.”

Then someone cleared their throat, perhaps a foot away from me, and I flinched, startled by the simple noise. Still, I saw nothing, and my mind jumped to the conclusion of invisibility.

“Show yourself,” I commanded.

Sure enough, a veil of obfuscation dropped, revealing a man in his early twenties. He wore a similar outfit to my own—a long coat, leather boots, and a button-up shirt—but my attention settled on his frostbitten fingers and ears. The black skin appeared dead, but he moved his hands around without trouble and even slid them into his pockets when he realized I was staring. And, more importantly, he had an arcanist mark on his forehead. It was a star with a creature that had a wolf body and antlers of a stag. A wendigo.

“I don’t know if you remember me,” the man said, his voice reserved.

I replied with a single nod. “You’re the pirate who tried to kill Luthair. Fain, right?”

“Yes.”

...

“Will Wraith grow the antlers back?” I asked. Fain shook his head. “No. The skull mask of a wendigo grows while they mature, but after that, it’s set. Like adult teeth—the antlers don’t come back.”

...

His dark chestnut hair had been cut short on the sides, exposing the piercings on the bottoms of his ears—the part that wasn’t frostbitten. It reminded me of the tattoo pirates often got on their necks as identifiers to which ship they belonged. Fain kept his skin covered with a tight-fitting ascot, however. That was smart. No one would want to associate with him if he exposed the pirate tattoo.

I tapped the knuckles of my right hand into the palm of my left. “You’re quiet. Is everything okay?”

“Yes. I’m just… not used to this. I don’t really know anyone here, and anyone who knows my history isn’t keen on my presence.”

...

His wendigo tilted his head. “I thought Wraith sounded intimidating.”

“You took a new name, too?” I asked.

“My original name was Tennit.”

“Oh. Should I call you that, then?”

Both Fain and Wraith shook their heads. “I’d rather not think about it,” Fain said. “I don’t want be the only one here with a new name. I’d rather people call me what they’ve been calling me.”

...

For the first time since he had appeared, Fain relaxed a bit. He still shifted his gaze away, however, and half-stared at the ground as he said, “I was born Thibault Raustin. I haven’t said that aloud in years. I’d prefer to think that part of me is dead.”