IANTHIR
Give onto him desire and lo, yearning shifts to intention.
Appearance
Thin, pale, graceful. Gaunt, ashen, ghostly. The way Ianthir shift depending on a variety of factors. Some consider him an elegant sight to behold. Others are repulsed by unnatural movement and stalking inclination. It is as they say, beauty is in the eye of the beholder. But some facts can be derived despite of this. His eyes are pale rosé, until he has fed and the more satisfied Ianthir becomes the more they bleed crimson. He has nary a mark on him in spite of a hard grueling living in his youth. He is towering and tall, which is why he is distasteful of dwarven architecture. On account of constantly hitting his head.
Usually found wearing fancy fabrics and accents. People always wonder where he gets them from.
Usually found wearing fancy fabrics and accents. People always wonder where he gets them from.
Skills and Abilities
- Compulsion
- Strength
- Endurance
- Speed
- Must speak honestly at all times
- Bound by iron and salt
- Cannot break a pact
- Must be invited before entering an abode. The definition of either can be stretched however.
- Without blood becomes vulnerable and then immobile as a corpse
Personality
Ianthir is severe, gracious and with a strange sense of humor. He wishes he was better than he is, but has found it difficult to achieve this. With every person shunning him he become more and more withdrawn, less willing to see the good in others and the wish grows to be the villain some seem him to be. Prove to him you are dependable and you will have an ally for a lifetime (or more), but cross him and nothing will stop Ianthir from doing anything in his power to destroy all that you love.
Even if it would cost his own life with it.
Even if it would cost his own life with it.
Biography & Lore
The creature known as Ianthir is an abomination in the truest sense of the word. It, though it prefers he, was born on the outskirts of Fal'Addas proper. A foundling it was set apart from the other elves first for its obvious half-blood nature. This could have been forgiven. But it unnerved its caretakers from the very start.
For one, it never cried. Calm and quiet and curious eyes looked into the world and soaked it all in. It was passed over to an elvish equivalent of an orphanage after an incident where it bit a caretaker with teeth that were too sharp and laughed for the first time.
After tasting blood.
Someone Something like that never stood a chance.
Yet, no matter how much the people around it tried to crush its spirit and bend it to the elvish way, the creature persevered. At eighteen it fled the elven city and the orphanage within. It began to feed exclusively on blood and roaming the wilds.
The more blood it took, the more strength was unlocked, but with power came instability. It needed training... and it would take it in any way possible.
For one, it never cried. Calm and quiet and curious eyes looked into the world and soaked it all in. It was passed over to an elvish equivalent of an orphanage after an incident where it bit a caretaker with teeth that were too sharp and laughed for the first time.
After tasting blood.
Yet, no matter how much the people around it tried to crush its spirit and bend it to the elvish way, the creature persevered. At eighteen it fled the elven city and the orphanage within. It began to feed exclusively on blood and roaming the wilds.
The more blood it took, the more strength was unlocked, but with power came instability. It needed training... and it would take it in any way possible.
