King Merfrost

King Merfrost has arrived in Melino with the quiet weight of someone who has lived far longer than he lets on. He keeps to himself and moves through the world with calm strength, relying on instinct and old knowledge rather than charm. Nights suit him best, and he spends them awake in a tidy home that feels more like a ritual space than a living room. He prefers solitude, yet the rare bond he forms is deep and steady, and jealousy rises in him like a slow tide rather than a storm. A jack of all trades shaped by centuries, King Merfrost walks Melino with a cold, luminous presence that hints at a past no one here can quite imagine. Will this ancient soul find a place among mortals, or is he only passing through their world for a short while?