Every face we encounter carries with it a secret music.
One only needs to know how to listen.
In the beating heart of Evengard, it is not the places that define the story, but the souls who inhabit them. This chapter is dedicated to them. More than just a simple list, what follows is a narrative encyclopedia, a collection of existences told through fragments, memories, dreams, and sometimes visions.
Each character in Evengard reflects a deep tension: between light and darkness, between fate and will, between past and present. No one is merely what they appear to be. Each carries within them a fracture, a knot, a melody to decipher.
Here you will find personal stories, mysterious genealogies, psychological traits, physical details, arcane gifts, and invisible wounds. Some names will already be familiar to you from the main narrative; others, perhaps only hinted at or glimpsed, will finally be revealed.
For years, he was haunted by a single question: what is art if it cannot express everything? Singing and painting alone weren’t enough, so he combined them, creating the Musical Canvas — a work both seen and heard, a painting that sang, a melody that changed color.
At first, no one understood. Guilds mocked him, nobles ignored him. Undeterred, El Pint performed in streets, schools, and taverns, leaving behind profound, emotional silences. His art transformed those who witnessed it, revealing hidden beauty and forgotten darkness.
Eventually, castles summoned him, kings desired his enchantment, crowds knelt—but El Pint remained unmoved. He realized his gift was not mere art, but truth.
After years of wandering, he performed for the last time, leaving his final work hidden in nature, where it is said the canvas still sings.
A fortune teller once foretold a future of revelation, not applause. Inspired, El Pint painted no longer to be understood, but to leave marks on the soul.
El Pint,
The Immortal Artist
Princess Charlotte of Camelot lived in a palace of luxury, where every desire was granted before she even voiced it. Yet behind her beauty and privilege lay loneliness, for neither nobles nor servants loved her. Her parents, obsessed with molding her into a flawless ruler, forced her into disciplines of science and art, but dismissed the only thing that truly brought her joy: music.
As she withered under this weight, her only solace was a birchwood music box gifted by her nursemaid. One night, broken by despair, Charlotte wished not to be queen but to live freely through song. The music box answered, glowing with mysterious light, and offered her a new destiny—freedom, at the cost of her past. Without hesitation, Charlotte agreed.
Transformed into a golden-breasted nightingale, she flew beyond Camelot’s walls and into the world of common people. There, her song enchanted all who heard it—bringing comfort, stirring dreams, and awakening forgotten feelings. Though she no longer remembered her royal life, her soul carried the truth of her longing.
Thus the princess who had never been heard was finally able to sing, and through her song she found the freedom she had always desired.
