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Chris. 26. He/His. CST. Lightless ✅
ㅤㅤGrim Crowsleyㅤㅤ
ㅤintroduction :ㅤ merely your devoted local mortician, tending to a sacred duty, cherishing the stillness of night, and ensuring every passing is remembered… eternally.
♱ character
name / alias : ㅤGrim Crowsley
age :ㅤ Probably older
Gender : Male
pronouns :ㅤ He/him/They.
Race: Viera/Hyur
species :ㅤ"Vampire" (Void-Pacted)
sexuality :ㅤPan
origin :ㅤShroud.
location :ㅤHaukke Manor.
mbti :ㅤENFJ.
alignment : Chaotic Neutral.
Who is He? A mortician, a taxidermist, an alchemist, a mage… a quiet keeper of books and rarities, a collector forgotten wonders. Many titles could accurately describe him. His curiosities stretch far beyond the ordinary, reaching into the hidden, the delicate, the forbidden. Every specimen, every tincture, every page holds a story he alone can decipher. He is both caretaker and conjurer, tending not only to the departed but to the mysteries that linger after.
| mains | |
|---|---|
| ㅤOpennessㅤ | ♱♱♱♱♱ |
| ㅤConscientiousnessㅤ | ♱♱♱♱♱ |
| ㅤExtraversionㅤ | ♱♱♱♱♱ |
| ㅤAgreeablenessㅤ | ♱♱♱♱♱ |
| ㅤNeuroticismㅤ | ♱♱♱♱♱ |
| ㅤMoral Flexibilityㅤ | ♱♱♱♱♱ |
❝ㅤThe line between life and death is thinner than a whisper, and just as cruel. ❞ㅤ
♱ biography
The. Vampire . Who . Desires . IT . ㅤALLㅤ . Chilled breath. Cold tongue. Grey, lifeless skin. A voice that barely rises above a whisper. Something is… off about him. Born to a Hyur father and a Viera mother, both devoted occultists. They made their home in Haukke Manor, where rituals were a daily reality. He was present for them all, rituals involving voidsent, blood, and dark pacts. His parents sought to bind the child to their work, to create a hybrid that could grant them power and prolong their lives beyond death. A blessing. A curse. He gained command over the dead, yet thirsts for blood as payment for the pact forced upon him. Neither fully human nor voidsent, yet he found a strange joy in this existence, in the weight and freedom it carried. He fell in love with stories, with myths and creatures that only existed on the page. Life itself became something he observed through literature, shaping himself in its image. Childish? Perhaps, but not far removed from the reality he had been dealt. His fascination with the occult is less about devotion and more about curiosity, what secrets might he uncover for himself. Like his parents, he is selfish, though patient. He wants everything, knowledge, power, control. But he is willing to wait. He can play the long game, and he will.
♱ statistics
height :ㅤ6'2.
eyes :ㅤRed.
hair :ㅤBlack.
languages :ㅤEorzean | Higan
Scars:ㅤMany.
Marks: Many
Marital Status :ㅤSingle
Occupation :ㅤMortician | Gravekeep
Proficiency :ㅤAll sorts of Magic
TABOO:ㅤNecromancy
ㅤMagicㅤㅤ⛧⛧⛧⛧⛧
ㅤKnowledgeㅤㅤ⛧⛧⛧⛧⛧
ㅤPhysicalㅤㅤ⛧⛧⛧⛧⛧
ㅤCharismaㅤㅤ⛧⛧⛧⛧⛧
ㅤPatienceㅤㅤ⛧⛧⛧⛧⛧
ㅤAmbitionㅤㅤ⛧⛧⛧⛧⛧
ㅤOccultㅤ
ㅤVampireㅤ
ㅤVoidsentㅤ
ㅤNecromancyㅤ
ㅤWeaknessㅤ Neat-Freak
ㅤWeaknessㅤ Perfectionist
ㅤWeaknessㅤ Ego
ㅤWeaknessㅤ Disgust
ㅤWeaknessㅤ Appetite
| Likes |
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| Perfumes, Fine Dining, Wine, Rare literature, Spices, Tea, Antiques, Art, Bats, Various Meats, Romance, Bitter Foods, Salty Foods, Theater, Graveyards, Needles, Board Games, Puzzles, Books, Poems, Libraries, Neatness, Alchemy, Etc. |
| Dislikes |
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| Crudeness, Incompetence, Interruptions, Sloppiness, Inconsiderate people, Tasteless anything, Waste, Hastiness, Gluttony, Bravado, "Heroes", "Villains", Stupidity, Pretentiousness, etc. |
♱ Stitcher
His fingers are steady, honed by years of meticulous work. Whether stitching flesh, fabric, wounds, or even the threads of aether, he moves with exacting control. Call him a weaver of many things.
♱ Necromancy
Necromancy is one of his primary skills. There is no hidden philosophy behind it. He simply employs the undead to handle what he requires, though occasionally he performs séances or tasks that serve genuinely virtuous purposes.
♱ Blood Magic
Because of his pact, he is highly skilled in blood magic and hemomancy. His ability, however, is tied to how much blood he has consumed. He avoids using it whenever possible, as it leaves him ravenous, and he despises the act of feeding.
♱ Creator (Artist)
He bends life into strange new shapes, crafting miniature chimeras, haunted dolls, puppets, voodoo charms, and mismatched creatures. Creation is his playground. Of course, none of this is done while the subjects are alive...unless expressly permitted. He is meticulous with his toys.
♱ Hooks
♱ Void-Scent
Are you good at sniffing out voidsent? He is not fully one, but he carries that sweet, old void...SCENT. He tries to mask it with colognes and potions, yet if your senses are sharp enough, you might just catch it.
♱ Necromancy
He is far from foolish. He knows better than to speak of Necromancy within the city walls. Yet he is a Gravekeep and a Mortician, and if you catch the wink, perhaps he might be persuaded to lend a hand.
♱ Fangs
Though he does not live on blood alone, he must take it occasionally because of his pact. If he goes without, the voidsent bound to him will claim what is owed. Should you wish to help, he will not refuse...but he detests the act, so perhaps this is best kept between you.
♱ Chilled Breath
His breath is simply chilly. That is all. A faint chill lingers around him. It is not sinister or malicious, but if it bothers you, well… maybe grab a jacket?
♱ Knowledge Seeker
He is a seeker of all things, often to his own detriment. You can easily draw him into a game of wits or tempt him with a trinket or trivial fact, if you claim it holds great value. Though cunning, he is surprisingly easy to manipulate in this way, for he cannot abide being left in ignorance.
♱ Haukke Manor
Familiar with Haukke Manor? Perhaps you’ve heard whispers that someone has taken up residence there. He does not claim it as his own, yet if you have wandered its halls, you might have seen him strolling quietly… or perhaps merely heard him. When he is in the area, the manor serves as his lair, though he prefers to remain subtle and unobtrusive.
