Moonstone

It is said that the time in The Fortress of Ends froze an important part of Moonstone. Still others say that he was simply always like this, cold-hearted, brutal. His pearl is dark, with a red sheen. No other Pearlcatcher dares to even look at it. Moonstones soul, his essence and identity, are much to disgusting to even gaze upon. He enjoys it this way. He enjoys tearing apart the beastclans that try and hunt his tiny fae friends in the day as they sleep. He enjoys the taste of blood in his mouth. He would rather feel the crunch of bone than hear the latest bit of gossip.

Moonstone is feared by many, but the Moon Tribe has taken him in as one of their own. Let those who would cross them fear retribution at the hands of a merciless foe.