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 With every person shunning him he become more and more withdrawn, less willing to see the good in others and the wish grows to be the villain some seem him to be.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.
