Etherean
The Ethereans are a mysterious, humanoid species native to the Ethereal Plane, a realm of mist, echoes, and the space-between. Born of veiled matter and ambient Spirit, Ethereans exist in a liminal state, never fully present nor fully absent from reality. Their forms are elegant and haunting—tall, willowy bodies with skin that seems translucent or faintly glowing, their features subtly shifting with emotion like water disturbed by wind. Their eyes, often pale and luminous, reflect the colors of the veil around them, offering no pupils—only a soft, radiant awareness.
Living in harmony with the spiritual tides and metaphysical currents of their realm, Ethereans do not build cities as mortals understand them. Instead, they dwell in semi-solid structures formed of tethered memory, crystallized thought, and ambient soulstuff. These ephemeral sanctuaries drift through the plane, visible only to those attuned to the Ethereal’s frequency. Their societies are shaped by quiet hierarchy and introspective discipline, with leaders known as Veilshapers who possess deep understanding of planar flow, spirit negotiation, and dimensional lore.
Ethereans are natural travelers between planes, slipping into the Border Ethereal to observe or interact with the Material Plane. Many serve as silent watchers, spiritual mediators, or memory-keepers for otherworldly events. Their connection to the Spirit Realm is profound, and they are often found walking alongside ghosts, soothing them with whispered rituals or guiding them toward rest. Some Ethereans act as messengers of the World Tree, bearing truths and warnings from far-flung corners of existence.
They value perception over possession, thought over action, and memory over material. An Etherean’s name is often not a word but a tone, an emotional chord felt rather than spoken. Their rituals are strange to outsiders—performed in silence, rhythm, or stillness, each one aligning themselves more deeply with the vibrations of the veil. Relationships among Ethereans are subtle, deep connections formed over centuries of shared thought and dream rather than direct speech.
Though not inherently hostile, Ethereans are wary of mortals who pierce the veil without permission. They despise necromancers who bind spirits, mortals who recklessly use teleportation magic, or entities that distort planar boundaries. Those who threaten the delicate balance of planes may find themselves haunted by silent Etherean observers, their presence like breath on the back of the neck, warning before retribution takes shape.
Legends tell of Ethereans who chose to fully enter the Material Plane and never return, becoming ethereal-blooded sorcerers, oracles, or planar monks. Others believe that some Ethereans are dreams yet to be born, echoes of the future who walk backward through time. Whatever their truth, the Ethereans remain one of the Ethereal Plane’s most enigmatic children—always present, always watching, and always just beyond reach.