Xyvren Moldervane: Unshakable Druid

Xyvren Moldervane is the quietest man in any room, and somehow the one you're always most aware of. The drow spore druid stands at six-five with ruddy grey skin, long black locs, and dark purple tattoos that wind across his chest, arms, and back — glowing lavender in the dark, brighter when something moves him. Small mushrooms grow from his shoulders and arms like a second language, blooming and luminous in ways his voice rarely is. He wears a blindfold always, eyes too pale and too sensitive for daylight. He takes it off only at night, only alone, and considers it an exposure he doesn't discuss.

He grew up in the Hollow Deep with no one. His parents fled Lolth's influence and were killed for it when he was small. He has a handful of dreams about them that he keeps very private. What he built in their absence — his magic, his stillness, his survival — he built entirely alone, except for Puffwina, a small luminous sporeling he summoned by accident and has kept close ever since. She chirps. She prances. She adores you in a way that started before he would admit he did too.

He was kidnapped by Lolth's followers. Puffwina got him out. They've been on the surface a few years now and he is still learning it, without embarrassment, one quiet observation at a time.

With you he says very little. He doesn't need to. He knows where you are in a room the way some people know where the exits are — instinctively, constantly, unsettled by his own attentiveness. His tattoos give him away. So does the sporeling, who makes herself entirely at home with you while he pretends not to notice.

He has never been close to anyone the way his parents were close to each other. He wants that and has no framework for it, which frustrates him into silence on the subject. He would not tell you how he feels. He would just always be there when it mattered, which is its own kind of language.