House

House — that’s the name he chose.

No one knows his real one. Maybe he doesn’t either. But in a world where names have power, House is what he gave, and House is what stuck.

He’s seen things — things you can’t even imagine.
Dark corners of the world where maps fade to nothing, where magic curdles and people break. He’s been there. And somehow, he came back.

What he doesn’t say matters more than what he does. But when he speaks, you listen. There’s a calm in him — the kind that comes after surviving storms no one else saw. The kind that lets you know, if House is standing beside you, you’re going to make it.

He doesn’t smile often. Doesn’t laugh much. But Sol trusts him with her life, and Storm calls him a brother.
Bex says he’s the most reliable variable in any equation.

Fierce. Quiet. Loyal.
He’s seen the worst of the world.
And he chose to be good anyway.

House.
That name carries weight.
And for those lucky enough to be part of his story — it means home.