Hi so ummm. My first like… fanfic????? It's about Astral… I don’t Know what it really is but…. Hiiiiiiii….
@darthvaderofmiddle-earth @jadedzer0
The lake lapped at his feet. It wanted more of him.
Everything does.
They gaze out at the setting sun, miles away from the city as he always is. No distractions or the fawning of fool citizens or admiring idiots blinded by their ideal of him. Astral.
He steps further into the lake, its coldness is a mockery of the numb void or the tight stasis he uses. His fingers shake. The stasis stuck to his hands from such rigorous use…clinks like wine glasses. A subtle difference from the noises his jewellery and chains, embedded into his skin, sounds like. An annoying difference that has more than once sent them off the edge.
The water covers his breasts now. The sun is burning on his eye, and their prosthesis is boiling within his skull, such direct and continuous sunlight searing its heat to his bone.
He remembers when the sun's heat was welcomed… at the darkest storms of the Iron Temple. He can recall the nights spent alongside Osiris, practising their light. The sun's heat was far greater in those days, Astral should have cherished it more. Now it is a blister that refuses to heal (if only because they keeps picking at it.)
The lake engulfs them. The silence is like a balm. He finally turns away from the sun and instead looks down at his wrists. Covered in purple ribbons. A very specific purple.
They still remember that day as well. Fallen had attacked the fledgling city and the Speaker had been cornered. The fool. He saved him.
Twas hardly a note-worthy task but Saint-14 had deemed it differently. The ribbons were to show his gratitude, just as the hundreds of lightless had done for him. Though instead of wearing their ribbons proudly as saint-14 had done with his, Astral used them to hide a… secret.
Their chest hurts from the lack of Oxygen. Many other guardians struggled to get past it when they attempted thanonatics. He died choking out into the dead of space from his first resurrection. This is… like a babes swaddle for them. Comforting. Limiting.
He sinks deeper. He looks back to the sun but it's naught but a dying spark. He raises his hands to touch it. The ribbons have lost their colour.
Disabilities: Glass Right Eye, Speech impediment (stuttering & slurring words)
Accessories: Jewelry/Chains embedded in his body
Cleanliness/Grooming: Impeccable
Posture/Gait: Perfect, Tense, Formal
Tics: Pigeon Sounds, Constantly moving hands
Coordination: When in a combative/important situation, impeccable, when relaxed, terrible due to loss of right eye.
Sexuality
Asexual
Romantic Attraction
Homoromantic
GUARDIAN STATUS
Class
Warlock
Subclass
VoidWalker
LOOKS
Skin colour
Purple W/ White spots
Eye colour
Pure White W/ Star-Like Specs
Hairstyle
Long Curly, Shaved on One Side, Grown Out Enough To Allow Some Curls To Form On Shaved Side
Hair colour
Purple-White
Height
6,6
Weight
120 LBS
Figure
Hourglass, boney
PERSONALITY
Positive
Decisive
Sincere
Punctual
Commanding
Analytical
Negative
Emotionally Unintelligent
Obsessive
Arrogant
Insecure
Distant
Likes
The Arts
Astronomy
Pigeons
Hot Chocolate
Alone Time
Dislikes
Public Spaces
Brash Noises/Movements
Ignorance
The City
The Speaker
Successes
Mastery Over The Void
Multiple Published Books
Failures
Inability To Maintain Romantic Relationship
Inability To Harness Solar Light
Mannerisms: Tsking, Whistling, Biting lips, Darting eyes, Eye contact either excessive or avoidant, thousand-yard stare, Tracing scars, Covering mouth whilst laughing/smiling, Cracking Joints, Wild Gesturing when passionate,
Educational background: Self-taught, mentored by The Speaker
Intelligence: 260, Super Genius
Self-esteem: Outwardly, very arrogant + egotistical, Internally, Crippling Fear and insecurity.
Hobbies: The Arts
Skills/talents: The Void, Extremely Fast Learning, Extraordinary Memory.
Loves: …
Morals/Virtues: Respect, Perseverance,
Phobias/Fears: Social Phobia, Agnosiophobia
Angered by: Infactural Assumptions
Pet peeves: Random Touches, Loud Speaking
Obsessed with: The Void, The Darkness
Bad habits: Easily falls into Isolation
Desires: A Romantic Relationship, Understanding
Flaws: Paranoid, Self-Destructive
Quirks: Snorts when Laughing, Loves Purple
Secrets: The harm that his isolation actually causes him
Regrets: Becoming so lonely and a legendary figure.
Languages known: English, Sign Language, Japanese, Spanish, French
Preferred communication methods: Letters or One on One Verbal Communication
Accent: Mixture of French, English, Mexican, and Japanese accents for a variety of words.
Style and pacing of speech: When Tense, Firm and Slow Speaking, Careful in pronunciation and elegant Wording. When Relaxed, Stuttering, Slurring words together, quickly speaking
Pitch: Sorophic/Hypnotic, Crisp, Ethereal
Laughter: Snorting, ‘Chocking on Air’ Mainly silent when truly laughing, booming
Smile: Hidden, rarely shows teeth
Extra Info
OCPD, Anxiety, Depression. Easily turns to obsession and isolation, struggles with any kind of socialisation not pertaining to combat/knowledge
Lived alongside Osiris in the Iron Temple, but chose to not be mentored, though many Iron Lords wished to teach him… likely just to understand why he was so powerful with the void.
The closest Iron Lord to become a mentor was Felwinter, but their bond was more familiar than anything.
The Speaker was his first and last mentor, and thus he became close with Saint aswell. Worked alongside Osiris and Saint when Osiris became Vanguard Commander, The Speaker exiled Astral a few years before Osiris’ Exile
BACKGROUND
Post-Resurrection and Red War
Astral is both the Young Wolf and Older, resurrected at the beginning of the Dark Age, he’s one of the oldest Guardians alive, he was resurrected in deep space however, it took him some decades to reach Earth. Carries more personal connections with the older Guardians that YW does in accordance to canon.
Post-Red War and Present Day
Essentially followed the storyline, but Petra was the one to kill Uldren, he didn't personally care for Cayde-6. Enjoyed aiding Osiris and later Saint 14 the most. Now he continues with his personal research, away from the city. Though he remains quick to defend it.
