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 mother sought to bind the child to their work, to create a hybrid that could grant her power and prolong her life 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 mother, 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
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
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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