Crystalclear has shards of what appear to be glass or crystal jutting from his elbows, hands and face. Their appearance is described as somewhat beautiful. The chunks of crystal made up his entire upper face, replacing his nose, eyes, brow and scalp. The crystals were embedded deep enough that they should have penetrated his brain. He would sometimes pull the crystals out of his head. He can remove the crystals from his head, enough to reveal his blue eyes. As such he does not have the same crystal configuration day to day.
In his first "costume", he wore a deep purple tank-top, in keeping with the superhero-civilian wear aesthetic that his team used. After joining Foresight he wore the more individualized-armored-tunic-uniform that they did.
Crystaclear has a blaster power that can travel through terrain. He would throw chunks of crystal that passed seamlessly through walls and the ground, then exploded out in a small detonation of gas, debris and crystalline fragments. The crystals seemingly homed in on their targets; for example, a crystal thrown into the ground would re-emerge beneath the target.
Crystalclear saw through solid objects as if they were made of glass or transparent crystal, with edges and corners catching the light. Unmoving objects looked white-edged, while moving objects (such as people) looked blurred and diffracted, their white-edged present selves surrounded by red images of their past and blue images of their future. Humans were also surrounded by distortions in the light that represented their focus and emotions, with dramatic changes in focus resembling fractures in the crystal.
He could see other colors beyond the red past and the blue future. Greens were also present. He could shape the crystals he grows, and they do not interfere with brain function.
He was kidnapped as a child and raised by the kidnapper, he was also a deliverer of drugs for the kidnapper who presumably needed someone young enough to deliver packages unnoticed. He was raised not to ask questions. When he was finally caught on a delivery, now old enough to attract notice, he couldn't tell to the arresting authorities anything that could have lessened his culpability. Finding out the full scope of what happened to him faced with hostility from everyone including the now revealed kidnapper caused him to trigger.
↑ 1.01.11.2“I see through everything,” Crystalclear said, tapping the chunk of crystal that stood out from the lower edge of his eye socket. “As if everything was crystal. I’ve learned there’s a lot of nuance to it. A little bit of seeing into the past, a little bit of seeing into the future, a little bit of a sense of people’s focus.”
“He has a blaster power too,” Tempera said. “Goes through walls and the ground. Synergy.” - excerpt from Daybreak 1.3
↑Crystalclear will get poached because decent thinker powers are in demand. - excerpt from Daybreak 1.3
↑ 5.05.1“The cards and flowers might have something to do with how you’re the topic of the moment,” I mused aloud.
“I heard something about that,” Fume Hood said, indicating Crystalclear.
“From me,” Crystalclear volunteered unnecessarily. [...] “It’s good,” Tempera said. “I think Crystalclear already accepted the offer from Foresight, though.”
“It was a very promising offer.”
“And I’ve been contacted by Attendant. I don’t know what I’ll do with that. And Victoria-” - excerpt from Flare 2.2
↑ 6.06.1There was a man in a deep purple tank top and skinny pants with glass jutting from his skin at the elbows and hands, his upper face only a craggy mass of glass or jewel-like shards sticking out of flesh, just beautiful enough to not be macabre. - excerpt from Daybreak 1.2
↑ I looked at the man with the glass chunks where his nose, eyes, brow and scalp should be. - excerpt from Daybreak 1.2
↑“They’ve got the eye thing, and the masks. One doesn’t have eyes at all,” he said. “He has these crystals. He pulled one out of the top of his head earlier, and it made a wet sound. It was in so deep it should’ve been inside his brain.” -
excerpt from Daybreak 1.3
↑One of his eyes was exposed now, peering from between one chunk that grew from the bridge of his nose and one that grew from his temple, very blue. - excerpt from Daybreak 1.6
↑Crystalclear sat in the chair between her and the window, the crystal configuration on his head slightly different than before. He wore a t-shirt and shorts. There was something odd about a guy with crystals where his eyes and hair would be having very ordinary hairy legs. - excerpt from Flare 2.2
Crystalclear touched the tunic portion of his outfit.
It wasn’t anything like he’d worn with the Norfair Neighborhood Heroes. A single shoulderpad, a piece of cloth forming a kind of shawl or mantle as it extended from one corner of the shoulderpad near his heart, over his shoulder, and around to the back corner of the shoulderpad near his shoulderblade. The shoulderpad, the armor at his wrists and the armor around his legs had chunks of crystal, closely matched to the crystal that he naturally produced. Lightweight as armor went, limited to a few pieces that were as decorative as functional, but it was still armor. A band of metal ran along his chin’s edge, and that took some particular getting used to.
“Appreciated,” Crystalclear said. It was odd to reply when he was only aware of the outlines of the outfit. He had seen it in the mirror when he had been getting ready, but that memory felt faint, and he had yet to see how put together he looked with the crystals at the upper half of his face. - Excerpt from Interlude 2 II
↑Crystalclear threw a chunk of crystal at the ground, and the chunk passed through without sound or apparent impact.
Crystalclear’s shot passed through walls. Tempera had let me know that. Apparently, it needed to pass through walls, or the ground in this case. He’d thrown it into the ground, and a moment after Fume had released her two shots, both landing, Crystalclear’s shot emerged from the ground, an explosion of vapor, glass splinters, and fragments of road.
Something exploded overhead.
I looked up.
Vapor, shards of crystal.
A moment later, there were two more small explosions, one after another, in a line. - excerpt from Daybreak 1.4
↑“It’s hard to explain because it’s not a sense anyone else has. Say I was looking at a wall. It looks like a chunk of clear glass and the light catches at the edges and corners and they’re highlighted.” - excerpt from Daybreak 1.3
↑“The edges of walls and floor are usually clear, crisp, and closer to white. Solid objects don’t change, so there’s no reason for that to change. It’s blurred. Blue tinted.”
“Future sight,” Tempera added. “Past-sight is red, future-sight is blue. Like the doppler.”
Crystalclear went on, “In the future, that wall vibrates. Similar effect with people, but they move around more. I see you all as streaks, shifting around, white-edged where you’re resting in present.” - excerpt from Daybreak 1.3
↑"There is refraction and some fractures around people’s heads, representing focus and kind of thinking."
“That gets blueshifted redshifted?” I asked. “It’s not displayed as color?”
Crystalclear nodded his head. It was a motion made more weighty by the heavy growth at the top of his head. Not as color. It’s… edges to the light around them, sharpness and softness, distortions like how you can look at a glass of water with a straw in it and the straw isn’t straight, or you see multiple straws. The worst breaks in focus look like grooves or outright breaks. A lot of people here are going to be distorted soon. Or were. They’re leaving and they’re clearing up.” - Excerpt from Daybreak 1.3
↑There was so much more to it, and he was learning more of it every week and month. The colors meant things, and he had only worked out the blues and the reds. Other colors separated from the white at times. There were a lot of greens in the crowd and along the station, pulling away from the outlines. He had ideas about what they meant, but he couldn’t say anything with confidence.
The fractures and formations in distortions around people were another part of it. There were elements to the way things broke up and distorted that had deeper meaning, things he didn’t understand in a way he could explain, but which made it easy for him to relate one personality and personality type to another, familiar one.
The portal took up much of the station in front of him. His multifaceted senses covered the tract of Gimel surrounding the portal, and the areas of Bet on the far side. His view encompassed the surroundings on the other side, the people, the terrain, and the different colors that bled out from the sharper white outlines. - Excerpt from Interlude 2 II
↑He concentrated, and he produced another chunk of glass, feeling it stab from the underside of his eye and out, sliding through everything in the way without doing real damage. He was careful to shape it in his mind so there wouldn’t be any sharp edges resting against his eyelid or brow. - Excerpt from Interlude 2 II
↑Crystalclear had a confused and fractured memory of his early childhood. The woman he remembered growing up with was not the woman he’d spent his late childhood and adolescence with. His aunt had explained the situation for him, saying his mother hadn’t been well, he’d been taken away from her for his safety.
She had said a lot of things over the years. He had believed most, and because other things had occupied his attention, he hadn’t given the remainder enough focus.
Normally, trigger events emphasizing isolation, loss, cut ties, and betrayal tended to lead to master powers. Or, rather, master powers tended to go to people who were going to deal with those situations.
Any attachment he had felt to his aunt had faded over the years, long before he had triggered. She hadn’t cared. So long as he behaved and didn’t cause a fuss, she had been happy to not have to devote much attention to him. There was nothing lost, so that aspect of things hadn’t factored in.
So, naturally, he had avoided causing a fuss.
It had only been later that their fragile reality had come crashing down around them. The police were closing in on him, he was no longer young, and where a young, clean cut white boy had flown under the radar, a teenaged white boy with pimples hadn’t. It had turned out that his aunt wasn’t his aunt at all. Her only relation to him was that she had stolen him from his real mother.
The questions had come, hours of interrogation, his lawyer guiding him. Hadn’t he put the pieces together? Hadn’t he seen? Why hadn’t he asked more questions? He hadn’t looked at what he was delivering to homes even once in the past few years?
No, he’d said. No, he’d never looked. He had never really considered. He had only wanted to exist.
The police had been upset, angry, hostile. His lawyer had been frustrated, because anything, anything at all could have led to a plea deal or him getting off free. His ‘aunt’ and her boyfriend were upset, because they blamed him for their being arrested, and they had used a proxy to threaten him.
He had been sufficiently scared and lost to trigger.
Now he stood guard. He was trying to exist, to do what good he could, and he wanted to pay a little more attention than he once had, even as his power made that very easy on the surface and very difficult when it came to the deeper analysis. - Excerpt from Interlude 2 II