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" (Forced 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 thin enough to cross without noticing. ❞ㅤ

♱ biography

The. C̸̯̿r̵̭è̵̤͈a̸̰͚̒t̸̬̒̕u̷̻̠r̸͙̈́̍͜e̶͔̓̃ . Who . Desires . IT . ㅤALLㅤ . His breath carries an unnatural chill, his tongue is cold, his skin is grey and lifeless, and his voice rarely rises above a whisper. Something is... off about him. Born to a Viera mother and an ǘ̸̥n̸̨̏k̶̺̿n̶̤̕ȍ̷̺w̵̞͝n̸̹͒, Grim's birth was never truly for his own sake. His mother and her congregation fashioned him for the one they worshipped, intending the child to earn its favor and L̸̺̯̬͐̈́͠o̶͔̊̑v̶̯̮̼͂̄ȩ̶̡̲̎̑̕ and be reborn Yet somewhere between blood, ritual, and birth, something became terribly crosswired. The love she had spent years begging from beyond the veil fell upon her son instead, and Grim earned his mother's disdain for stealing something he had never asked to receive.The pact left him neither fully mortal nor voidsent, granting him command over the dead while demanding blood as payment. Strangely, whether via coping, or the like...Grim found a certain joy in what he became, along with a fascination for stories, myths, and creatures that existed only upon the page. Life became something he observed through literature, borrowing little pieces to fashion himself in its image. His fascination with the occult is less devotion than curiosity, driven by whatever secrets he might pry loose for himself. Like his mother, he is selfish, wanting knowledge, power, control, and perhaps a few things he would rather not name. Unlike her, Grim is patient enough to wait for them.

♱ 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
Perfumes, Fine Dining, Wine, Rare literature, Spiders, Tea, Antiques, Art, Bats, Various Meats, Romance, Bitter Foods, Raw foods, Theater, Graveyards, Needles, Board Games, Puzzles, Books, Poems, Libraries, Neatness, Alchemy, Etc.
Dislikes
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.

♱ Bonds

Friend
He gazed at the star, and it stirred something in him...something peculiarly strange, if he were to put it into words. He felt himself sinking deeper and deeper into that abyss with no clear way out. And yet, he could not stop himself. A dangerous place to be, as he would say...but still, he continues to weave his web, wholly contentedly.

Friend/Rival
Oh, who shall triumph in their conquest of all things? The climb to the summit, the struggle to reign supreme. A true rival, to set the blood aflame. Secrets whispered, tears shed, bitter-sweet moments shared between them, and yet he still cares fondly. Yes, beyond emotions, she is truly fit to be called his equal...though, he would say he has the edge! SHHHH.

Elias

Friend/tease
How very unsuspecting, that two beings from such distant walks of life should delight in the same pursuits. At first, he was little more than a passing piece... perhaps merely a tool for his bidding. But by golly, through trials and wandering tales, the mortal slipped past the veil of sweet nothings and straight into his claws. Alas for Elias, he now finds himself overrun with spiders... best summon an exterminator at once.

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