From a far Silverite island, in the territory of the noble house Merout. Krystoph trained and lived as a member of the guard of his father's vessel. Sadly his father had passed, and with him did the ship that he was buried at sea on, via pyre. Being left with nothing more in his homeland, Krystoph ventured out and eventually came upon Duirt in one of his caravans.

Quickly he stayed with his aunt and Uncle, Learning the family's duties in the city, and quickly took liking to the Port Authority where he could get just as much time on sea as off, sating his lust for the ocean, and want to be in the celebrations on land.

Krystoph is a Tall, Broad shouldered man, well built for the fact that he's known to hang around and study with the magi of the city. He wears a suit of mithral armor, armed with a spear, a morningstar, and a sickle at his side. His voice booms with a mixture of mirth and command, a scar travels down the left side of his face, that somehow only adds to his handsome features. Commonly seen with a short beard, or unkempt stubble.

When seen fighting, he is rarely without his magical companion at his side. Though not ever really having a consistent shape, it always seems to be made of a thick, crimson liquid that looks suspiciously like blood. The blood is sometimes seen in the shape of a humanoid-esque being, a wolf-like being or even a serpent that slithers around, attacking and constricting his enemies.