Kassian Vey

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Kassian Vey

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Character Information
Name Kassian Vey
Alias Kas, The Fifth Knock
Race Human - Ilmarian
Gender Male
Languages Ilmarian (Language), Alrussian, Umissian
Date of Birth TXT
Date of Death TXT

Werner Schmidt

Summary

Name: Kassian “Kas” Vey (alias: The Fifth Knock)

Origin: Ilmarian expatriate, once a contract killer for several Fera syndicates.

Hook: Decades ago he nearly completed a hit on Loric (Amaru's Father); instead they got drunk, told stories, and called it a draw. Gave blood oath, Loric's life for a favour down the road. They’ve nodded at each other across neutral bars ever since.

Big choice: He surrendered his immortality (sealed in a cursed portrait) to live a mortal life with his partner. She died of illness. He’s been waiting to die; until someone tried to burgle him.

Fighting style: Gun-kata and knives with surgical, almost courtly economy. When the portrait is reclaimed, his movements get inhumanly still and precise, like the air holds its breath for him.

The Immortality MacGuffin

The Pallid Contract; an Üstün-made oil portrait under Aether glass. It absorbs Kas’s decay, wounds, and years; in return it stains, warps, and occasionally whispers. Break the glass and his immortality floods back… at a cost (brief blood-thirst episodes, sunlight migraines, and memories bleeding out of sequence).

“Vampire” Rules (Fera-flavored)

Invitation myth: Total nonsense; he just plays it up to terrify goons. “Door’s a threshold, lads. Say the words.”

Aether sensitivity: He sees faint currents; silvered Stüber tech gives him nosebleeds; bright arc lamps cause photophobia.

Blood price: When bound to the portrait, he can heal by tasting blood, but refuses unless others will die without it.

Mirrors: Üstün mirrors show the contract’s state, not Kas’s face; that’s how he checks his remaining “grace.”

Appearance

Personality

People of Interest

Locations of Interest

History

Images

Inspired Images

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NOTES FROM GPT IDEA

Logline

An aging ex-assassin who gave up his vampiric immortality for love gets dragged back into the underworld when his neighbor—a hapless but big-hearted techie—answers the door after five knocks. As mobsters swarm and old debts surface, he decides to reclaim the cursed portrait that once kept him unkillable.

Title options

  • Five Knocks
  • After Five
  • The Borrowed Bathroom (for a lighter pilot vibe)
  • The Painted Debt

Protagonist

Name: Kassian “Kas” Vey (alias: The Fifth Knock)
Origin: Ilmarian expatriate, once a contract killer for several Fera syndicates.
Hook: Decades ago he nearly completed a hit on Loric; instead they got drunk, told stories, and called it a draw. They’ve nodded at each other across neutral bars ever since.
Big choice: He surrendered his immortality (sealed in a cursed portrait) to live a mortal life with his partner. She was murdered. He’s been waiting to die—until the neighbor opens the door.

Fighting style: Gun-kata and knives with surgical, almost courtly economy. When the portrait is reclaimed, his movements get inhumanly still and precise, like the air holds its breath for him.

The Immortality MacGuffin

The Pallid Contract — an Üstün-made oil portrait under Aether glass. It absorbs Kas’s decay, wounds, and years; in return it stains, warps, and occasionally whispers. Break the glass and his immortality floods back… at a cost (brief blood-thirst episodes, sunlight migraines, and memories bleeding out of sequence).

“Vampire” Rules (Fera-flavored)

  • Invitation myth: Total nonsense—he just plays it up to terrify goons. “Door’s a threshold, lads. Say the words.”
  • Aether sensitivity: He sees faint currents; silvered Stüber tech gives him nosebleeds; bright arc lamps cause photophobia.
  • Blood price: When bound to the portrait, he can heal by tasting blood, but refuses unless others will die without it.
  • Mirrors: Üstün mirrors show the contract’s state, not Kas’s face—that’s how he checks his remaining “grace.”

Supporting Cast

  • Neighbor POV (co-lead): Ari (18–20), a geeky renter “who was told to buy a gun and never used it.” Smart, mouthy, runs open-source scrapers and knows every back-alley courier route. The heart of the story.
  • Second-in-command foil: Violet Havel, mob fixer who respects dogs, hates waste, and keeps reminding her boss that “even monsters have rules.”
  • Loric (cameo/ally of convenience): The decades-old almost-mark. Shares one drink, one clue, and one warning.
  • Antagonist: The Committee’s off-ledger contractors or an Ilmarian syndicate with Stüber muscle—your pick. They want the portrait as leverage.

Signature bits (use your lines!)

  • Door motif: “You better answer that… I hear after five knocks he doesn’t knock again.”
  • Bathroom beat: Kas at the door, bloody: “Apologies. My toilet’s backed up and my shower’s leaking. May I use yours?”
  • Dog line (Ari to a thug): “You shot his dog? What the fuck? It’s a dog. Even Hitler loved dogs!”
    Second-in-command: “She’s right. Hitler was evil, but he loved dogs.”

Pilot / Novella Outline (8 beats)

  1. Quiet start: Ari moves in; slice-of-life. Neighbor noises. Five-knock pattern established.
  2. Inciting: Night of gunfire. Doorbell. Kas asks to use the bathroom, bleeds in the sink, cleans up, leaves three bodies in the corridor with terrifying neatness.
  3. Complication: Syndicate hits the building. Kas plays the “can’t enter uninvited” gag to freeze them; Ari accidentally “invites” him over comms—Kas grins, “Heard that.”
  4. Bonding-in-chaos: Safehouse run. Ari proves useful (cams, routes, black-bag kits). Kas reveals he chose mortality once.
  5. Midpoint: Ari is grabbed and used as bait. Warehouse scene with your chair dialogue. Kas almost dies because… mortal.
  6. Turn: He hunts down the Pallid Contract (kept by a collector or in a Stüber lab vault). Reclaims immortality in a harrowing, silent set-piece.
  7. Siege: He returns—cold, unstoppable. Violet orders a ceasefire rather than waste lives; the boss refuses; Kas ends it. Leaves one survivor to “tell the rules.”
  8. Tag: Loric in a bar: “You’re back?” Kas: “Just paying a bill.” Ari knocks five times on Kas’s door—he opens on the fourth, smiling for the first time.

How it’s not just Wick

  • Neighbor POV comedy/humanity anchors every set-piece.
  • The invitation myth as psychological warfare.
  • A cursed Üstün artifact makes immortality a moral, not power, choice.
  • Fera-specific factions/tech (Stüber, Committee, Üstün craft, Aether quirks).
  • Loric tie gives you long-term continuity hooks.

Season / Arc Hooks

  • Arc 1: Who killed Kas’s partner—and why did they want the portrait moved?
  • Arc 2: The portrait starts painting Ari into it—Kas has to break the cycle.
  • Arc 3: Violet flips; becomes Ari’s hard-edged mentor while Kas makes worse choices to keep Ari out of the frame.

Drop-in RP Starters

Starter A — Neighbor POV, the bathroom beat (short):
The knock came five times. Not four. Not six. Five.
I opened to a man in a ruined suit holding his side together with my dish towel. “Apologies,” he said, voice like a church at midnight. “My toilet is backed up and my shower’s leaking. May I use yours?”
Behind him, someone groaned in the stairwell. I realized the safety on my bargain-bin pistol was still on. “Uh… sure?”
He stepped over the threshold like it mattered.

Starter B — Warehouse rescue (chair scene):
They tied me to a chair with packaging tape and confidence. The bald one bragged about the bounty; the pretty one fed me water with a straw.
“You shot his dog?” I asked. “What the fuck? It’s a dog. Even Hitler loved dogs.”
Pretty one shrugged at Baldy. “She’s right. Hitler was evil, but he loved dogs.”
Five knocks rolled across the loading bay door like someone rapping on a coffin. Baldy went pale. Pretty one swallowed.
“Answer it,” I said. “He doesn’t knock again.”

Starter C — Loric cameo (bar hush):
The tavern smelled like orange peels and old wood. Kas sat where the light didn’t reach.
Loric slid onto the stool beside him, ordered two, left one between them. “You back?”
Kas watched the bottles on the shelf, not his reflection in the antique mirror. “Paying a bill,” he said. “And checking on an old tab.”