Lystal Crestwright

Basic Information

Race: Rava VieraAge: 21Height: 6'11''Pronouns: He/HimSexuality: BisexualBiology: IntersexOccupation: Reaper

Hooks

Eyes

Unnatural eyes of dual colors, red and gold. Set in black, where white sclera's should be. Those eyes almost seem to look, and look past you.

Feral Features

Tipping his fingers, seem to be rather sharp, nearly talon-like nails. Black in color. Be it natural, or a cosmetic choice, is unknown. As well, should you catch sight of his teeth, they are unnaturally sharp.

Aether

For those, with aether sight, the aether that circles and twists around this Rava would be that of Astral Fire.... If not for the dark void that also comes from, and seems to be devouring the aether of the jack. Almost like an endless cycle of to devour or be devoured. The Aether is a chaotic madness of violence and turmoil.

Can you sense it?

For those who are Voidsent, Nightkin, or trained to sense either, there would be a sense of perhaps the jack being more than mortal. Some odd presense that hovers and looms on the edge of Voidsent and mortal. Perhaps he is Nightkin? Perhaps not.

Aethersight

Given his nature, he is able to see the aether, or lifeforce, of living being around him. Feel free to send a /tell of the aether or aura around your character, if you feel wish.

Summary (Final Carrd is WIP)Trigger Warning: Death during Childbirth and Attempted Aborition

Backstory

Lystal was born of dark origins, as his mother's actions resulted in his twisted exhistence. Struggling to leave the Jungles of Golmore, his mother made a deal with Voidsent. In her desperation, the deal favored the Voidsent in the end.The female Rava, just starting to bask in her freedom, started to feel ill and went to a Doctor, to only find out she was pregnant. The woman had lain with no man, but recalled her deal. The words of the Voidsent that helped her free her past."I will aid you in your freedom, Pretty Soul. Though in exchange, I will have my blood walk the land with your help."A fool to think that she would be made to summon the Voidsent, it was something far different with the news of being with child. As the woman, in her fear, went to many Doctors and Healers, Legal and Underground, to try and rid herself of the Voidsents spawn. As, with ever passing Moon, she found herself getting weaker and weaker. Each attempt a failure, until she just gave up. As the thing inside of her was slowly draining away her very Life Aether to grow.In the end, the nameless Rava died in childbirth, and refused to even give the one that was born from her a name on her dying breath. So... Newly born, it was the Midwife that gave the newborn a name, giving him the last name of his dead mother. Before he was sent to be raised in one of the Orphanages in Gridania.Lystal was an odd child. He never showed happiness, expect for a few times. Though, for the most part, he looked normal. With black hair and bright grey eyes... Normal.Until he turned 4...A quiet child as he was, Lystal became one of the younger kids tht were teased and bullied. Though the caretakers tried their best to keep it from getting out of hand. Not once was he truly abused or neglected. Though, even so, an accident happened.The young Void-touched child snapped, and killed many of the children, including the resulting death of one of the caretakers. His first taste of Living Aether.This accident resulted in Drusilla arriving, along with her Lemure. Expecting to find a Voidsent to kill, but only finding a child. Panicked, confused, and covered in blood and tears. Looking up at her with one normal grey eye... And the other being red in a sea of black.She took Lystal back with her, to Ul'dah. Seeing that he was no normal child, he was no Voidsent either. Under her care, it would be safer for him, and for others.This is where Lystal gained his older brother. A Veena named Liokki, who he soon followed everywhere as Lystal finally showed more actions of being a child. Laughing and smiling for the first time, often and bright, since he was born.For two years, it was the simple bliss of growing up. Under the watch of Drusilla, that the two boys called Grandmother, they thrived un Ul'dah. Until Lystal was 6, and his brother was 8.Playing in the Market and alleys of Ul'dah, Lystal lost sight of his brother. Only to find him, unconcious, in the hands of a woman.Liokki was alive. Lystal thought he was dead. The alley was then painted in the red of gore and blood.... Lystal saved his brother, but this was the second time the Rava tasted Living aether.Drusilla handled the situation for the children, that she took care of, though as she looked to the youngest. Lystal, who now had streaks of white in his black hair, and black sclera's upon both eyes. His teeth now sharp and nails that where black and curved... She made the final decision to take Lystal under her wing to become a reaper. To learn to understand and fight what was the biggest threat to him, and what made him the biggest threat for everyone else.Lystal took to the teachings, like a fish to water, and his brother sought to learn skills that would help his brother as well. Side by side, they started to do their own work and travels when old enough.Many places they traveled, and many accidents and torubles they both got into. One resulting in Lystal having to pull Light Aether from his brother, turning his last grey iris to gold.Though, as it may, the brothers support each other. Liokki being Lystals anchor, as Lystal does all he can to help and protect his brother.