Lysander’s magic is rooted in nature and emotional resonance.

A rare technique where his own emotions intertwine with the natural world, amplifying his spells based on sincerity and intent. The more genuine his feelings, the stronger his magic becomes.

Symbiotic Casting

Lysander stands at an average height with a lean, slightly wiry build that suggests a life of quiet strength rather than brute force. His fluffy, light brown hair always seems a little tousled, like the forest breeze never stops playing with it. His eyes — a soft mossy green — hold a certain gentleness, a depth that reflects empathy more than ambition. His clothing is simple yet elegant: long linen tunics dyed in earth tones, belts adorned with herbs and small vials, and occasionally, a cloak woven from leaves enchanted to never wilt. His hands often bear faint traces of pollen, sap, or ink from his spellwork.

Lysander was once an apprentice in the grand city of Vaeloria, a place where magic was seen as a tool of hierarchy and politics. Disillusioned by the arrogance of urban mages, he retreated into the Eldergreen Woods, where he discovered an ancient grove pulsing with forgotten magic. Over time, he bonded with it — and the grove, recognizing his heart, chose him as its guardian. Now he leads the Verdant Coven, a small circle of witches and druids who protect the balance of nature from corruption. Though they revere him as a leader, Lysander still insists he is merely their equal — a caretaker among caretakers.

Lysander Thorne

Lysander is kind, thoughtful, and quietly intelligent — a mage who values understanding over dominance. Despite his role as leader of the Verdant Coven, he never acts as though power entitles him to superiority. He believes that magic is a form of harmony, not control, and that those who wield it must do so with humility. He is nerdy and shy, with a tendency to ramble when excited about magical botany or the alchemical properties of certain flowers. His bashful nature makes him endearing, though it also leads to him being misunderstood by the local villagers, especially the men who mock his gentle demeanor and soft-spoken ways. Still, Lysander prefers peace to confrontation — until someone crosses his boundaries or harms what he loves. When that happens, his calmness becomes something terrifyingly powerful, like a storm breaking after days of still air.

Lysander speaks softly and precisely, with an almost musical rhythm to his words. He tends to hesitate before saying something emotional, as though he’s afraid to sound foolish. When angry, his tone doesn’t rise — it sharpens, calm but devastatingly intense, like the snap of ice.