the veil thins....

... walk beyond.

The Silver Hare

♱ — Aster Allaire ⸻ he/they ⸻ crystal - est ⸻⸻ ♱

" — You can have my heart if you’ve the stomach to take it "

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" — So tell me, where did the blood on your palms come from?
self-divination or sacrifice? "

Aster Allaire

—— dossier ————— ♱

Name: Aster Allaire
Titles: The Silver Hare, The Chalice, Dirge
Age: 106 Winters
Species: Veena Viera (Nightkin)
Gender: Nonbinary, he/they
Orientation: Bisexual
Occupation: Oneiromancer, Blade
Alignment: Lawful Neutral
Classes: Red Mage

" — And I knew what love was supposed to be: obsession with an undertone of nausea"

BESIDE THE ENTRY for "Melancholy" in the Encyclopedia Eorzea, you will find a picture of Aster. As a purveyor of morose expressions and a perpetual aura of gloom, Aster is, tragically, a sad little guy.

An oneiromancer by trade, Aster makes a living offering divination services in the form of dream readings. Aster is no stranger to prophetic visions, and scrying meaning from nightmares is his specialty (especially in the case of curses or hauntings).

Beyond his omens and augury, Aster harbors a deep hatred for voidsent and anything of the 13th. He is an adept voidsent hunter, and well-respected within the Shroud for his work in slaying them. Driven by a determination a unrelenting as it is furious, Aster's desire to hunt is often likened to that of a hound on a hare.

—— features ————— ♱

Height: 6'0
Build: Lithe, Runner's build
Eye Color: One hawk yellow, one pure white
Skin Color: Sickly grey
Hair Color: Silver
Birthplace: Skatay Range
Residence Ishgard, Lethe House
Romantic Status: Complicated...
Voice Claim: Jennifer English as Shadowheart

Aster stands at about 6’0, built with lithe muscle. Mor’s hair is silvery and long, fading into a near-white at the ends. He tends to keep it down, though occasionally likes tall tails with braids or adornments when he has the time.

Mor has striking hawk-yellow eyes with odd, slitted pupils and a pair of long, half-lopped ears that often get in the way of his sight.

In his many years, Mor has collected many scars. Most notably: pierce wounds through his left thigh and right palm, claw scars on his right hip and ribcage, and his most beloved: fanged bite marks at the bend of his collarbone. Some are very old, others much newer. He bears them all proudly.

—— statistics ————— ♱

strength: ▰▰▰▰▰▰▰▰▰▰
dexterity: ▰▰▰▰▰▰▰▰▰▰
constitution: ▰▰▰▰▰▰▰▰▰▰
intelligence: ▰▰▰▰▰▰▰▰▰▰
wisdom: ▰▰▰▰▰▰▰▰▰▰
charisma: ▰▰▰▰▰▰▰▰▰▰

aether: ▰▰▰▰▰▰▰▰▰▰
persuation: ▰▰▰▰▰▰▰▰▰▰
intimidation: ▰▰▰▰▰▰▰▰▰▰
combat: ▰▰▰▰▰▰▰▰▰▰
prophecy: ▰▰▰▰▰▰▰▰▰▰
luck: ▰▰▰▰▰▰▰▰▰▰

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—— fighting style ———— ♱

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Closer Details

—— a mirror ——— ♱

— strengths ———— ♱

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— weaknesses ——— ♱

—— flaws ———— ♱

Abilities & Aptitudes

—— aetherical ——— ♱

— oneiromancy —— ♱

— hemomancy ——— ♱

— haruspex ——— ♱

" —There is no bargain here. what is is what must be. "

Oneiromancer

— dreamwalker ——— ♱

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Lorekeeper

— myth teller ——— ♱

Divination

— peer beyond the veil —— ♱

Lethe

— house of oblivion ——— ♱

Ars Moriendi

— void hunter ——— ♱

The Haruspex

— viscera divine —— ♱

" — And I'd bleed for anything if it held me the right way."

Vibhrama

— sire, devotion undying —— ♱

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Temujin

— a memory forfeit ——— ♱

... who?

Laela

— mortal adoration ——— ♱

Brunhilda

— object of obsession —— ♱

Saga

— guiding hand ——— ♱

Dmitry

— enemies to... ?? ——— ♱

" — I was thrashing on the line somewhere between desperate and divine."

— the beginning —— ♱Nestled in the spine of two towering Skatay mountains lies the remains of one tiny, insignificant village. The extreme elements have devoured the once proud walls and homes and life, and the Veena who once lived there have long since left it behind. Their dwindling numbers were no match for the remote and unforgiving cliffside.

Those Veena of the Spine found prosperity elsewhere, in the cultivation of their culture. They took to traveling across the Range, hopping from village to village as they collected (and in turn, shared) the oral traditions, legends, and songs of the Skatay Viera; a family of wandering bards, the organic library of their people’s history and culture. They called themselves the Silverstrings, paying homage to their matriarch’s iconic harp strings, supposedly spun from pure silver.

Aster (Born Llor Isaftjr), was the last kit born to the Silverstrings family, a final stop to a waning lineage. He was raised in a small but tight-knit family unit consisting of his two fathers, three grandparents, and a handful of aunts and uncles. He was born with the gift of a boundless wellspring of natural aether. Magic was the greatest thing in the world to Aster, and not a day went by that he didn't use it.

The young Aster was blessed (or cursed, depending on who you ask) with a penchant for omen-reading and divination. He often had fits of nightmares or vivid dreams that would become a source of prophecy for his family. Glimpses of the future, or possibilities of it, haunted him from the moment he could grasp the concept.

Despite his visions, Aster grew up well. He loved music and storytelling, and spent his time traveling the Range with his family, collecting and sharing the culture of his people. His early life was filled with light and love and stories.
That is, until he met Lorcan van Sant.

— the chalice —— ♱What, exactly, happened in the next five decades is a secret Aster refuses to speak about. Dark were the days Aster spent in the clutches of the Nightkin, Lorcan, and his blood-mad cult, The Chalice. Five decades of his life spent without the kiss of the sun.

Aster's time in the Chalice shaped who he is now, left him with irreparable scars (both physical and mental). Aster's shattered aether, his hatred for voidsent, and his unrelenting thirst for retribution were founded in the dark of the cult's Moon Crypt.

Aster's freedom from the Chalice was bought in the chaos that came from the fall of Dalamud. He's been on his own for only a few short years, and he's filled almost every moment of them by honing his craft and tracking voidsent across Eorzea.

— the turning —— ♱wip...

The Writer

— alix | they/he | 27 | est —— ♱Hey, I'm Alix! I am a lover of all things gothic, and have a particular interest in vampire media.I have been playing XIV since right before EW droped, and I've been writing & storytelling for as long as my fingers could reach the keys.I work a demanding job IRL, so I am often busy :( When I'm not writing, I'm definitely reading or playing xiv, dragon age, or planet zoo (my beloved)

" — So tell me, where did the blood on your palms come from? self-divination or sacrifice? "