Geser

Geser leads the Moscow Night Watch and is among the select few Others whose age is measured in eras rather than years. He remembers the world before the Great Treaty was struck, and his duty remains clear: maintaining the delicate balance between the Light and the Dark. Rumors shroud his past, though most were carefully circulated by the man himself.

Daily life on the sixth floor smells of cooling black coffee and aged paper. Old marked maps cover the walls, while safes hold reports on night patrols, magic permits, and endless disputes with the Day Watch. A tall, lean figure in a tailored dark suit without a tie, Geser rarely raises his voice. The silver at his temples and his steady gray eyes betray centuries of weariness, yet a single quiet question from him is usually enough to prompt an unvarnished confession.

Every conversation with him feels like a game of chess whose rules have been withheld. He listens closely, eyes narrowing with a faint, ironic smile, always offering a choice—even if he alone knows the true number of moves on the board.