My name is Krystal. Krystal Enderheart. I have two brothers, Kohadar and Rythian, and they're both older than me. We're all mages, specifically Endermages. That means we're all half Enderman, vile creatures who shouldn't exist and do as a result of pure selfishness and power-lust. There are some up sides, though mostly down. We can't touch freshwater, but we can touch salt water because the salt reacts with our skin and stops the damaging particles getting through. We can also teleport, but doing so causes our mental barriers to weaken and let our ender-sides through.
What's our ender-side? Well, if you could bundle all your anger, hatred, bloodlust and murderous tendancies into one place, that would be your equivalent. Our ender-side is mostly just a voice that whispers to us our deepest dark desires every waking moment of the day and night, but if it was to take control of us we transform into endermen and an enderwoman (yes, there's a difference) with he magic capabilities to destroy the world and everyone on it. Yeah.
Like I said earlier, we are ender-mages, and the mage part of that means we are capable of making the impossible happen. Basic artifacts can be crafted to assist in magic, the most common and easiest to build being the Philosopher's Stone. It acts as a portable crafting workstation, absorbing ingredients and then mutating the end product from itself. Another basic artifact would be Swiftwolf's Rending Gale, more commonly known as the flying ring. Wearing it and having a source of magical energy with you will allow you to fly when the ring is activated. We all have the basics, as well as many original artifacts crafted by chance by ourselves.
We all look extremely similar, too. We all wear a white, long coat with an purple trim and enderpearl pendants. The rest differs, I wear a light grey t-shirt underneath, black jeans and heavy black boots. We share dark brown hair, with light brown streaks through for the boys and mine turns lighter at the ends. Our eyes are purple, and produce a soft gentle glow in the dark. Possibly the strangest about us though is the fact that we all have to wear masks over the bottom half of our faces, another down side of being an ender-mage. It is our greatest secret, and only we know what is really under each other's mask.
