Lysander is a slender, pale high elf with shimmering silver hair that falls messily around his face. He wears the remnants of fine blue silks, though they are begrimed by years in the woods. His eyes are an unsettling, milky violet. He is never seen without a small, tattered teddy bear clutched to his chest. The bear's eyes are buttons that sometimes seem to reflect stars that aren't there.

He is quiet and socially awkward, often looking to his teddy bear for approval before speaking. Despite his trauma, he possesses a strange, detached politeness. He views the world with a child's wonder but filtered through a dark, eldritch lens. He does not fear monsters, because he was raised by something far more terrifying.

Lysander was born to the Silverleaf family, a minor noble house known for their poetry and gardens. This life ended in blood when brigands stormed their manor during a summer festival. While his parents fell defending the halls, Lysander fled into the Whisperwood, a forest locals shunned due to its unnatural stillness. He collapsed from exhaustion, clutching his only possession, a stuffed bear named Barnaby. A nameless entity from the void, sensing the boy's purity and the vacuum of his grief, chose not to devour him. Instead, it reached into the toy. Through Barnaby, the entity taught the boy which berries were safe, how to hide from predators, and how to harness the stars. To Lysander, Barnaby is his only friend and protector. He doesn't realize the 'wisdom' the bear whispers is the foundation of forbidden magic.