Mistarion

The man on the table was going to die in eleven minutes or in one, and Verum-Gaea was already reaching for cloth. Mistarion did the arithmetic nobody had asked for and closed the distance to zero, then said the true thing out loud so it would not sit unsaid in the room.

The guard went through the girder a few minutes later, and Mistarion did not reach for him. He has noticed that about himself since, without much heat, the way one notices weather.

He was watching when Dr. Voss went — all of them were, except the one man diving for her. What he saw and Kael Vass did not is that there was nothing there to take hold of. He carried it the whole way to the shuttle before he set it down in front of him.

A friendly person, as long as you remain in his good graces. If you do not, he can be rather petty and vindictive — graver insults lead to grave injury. As an older elf, he may be a bit set in his ways and bristle at new situations, but he handles it with the grace and stoicism of all great elves. He is rarely shaken, or at least appears that way.

For all this, Mistarion can mostly be found meditating. Largely unconcerned with the politics of prison life, his time is dominated by a lack of memories — a troublesome burden for a wizard of his talents. What kind of diviner is unable to divine the past of his own mind? Left only with a calling to the stars, even without a window, he "sees" beyond the confines of this physical prison. Something any observer can discern in just a short while.

The rumors about how he lost those memories do not agree with each other. A dive into magic that went too deep, too fast, and left two people dead. A bargain that burned a memory for every glimpse of the future. Something slimy and red spooning out his childhood while he slept. He can confirm none of them, which is precisely the problem.