[hider=Xenelith] [center][img]https://66.media.tumblr.com/bf433dd44668a6c33db4623adf87db4a/tumblr_p963voz2EO1qggj27o1_1280.png[/img] [h3]Xenelith Dreadclaw ⋆ 156 ⋆ Male ⋆ Dark Elf[/h3][/center] ________________________________________________________________________________________________________________ [u]Appearance[/u] [b]Height:[/b] [indent]6'0"[/indent] [b]Weight:[/b] [indent]155 lbs[/indent] [b]Hair Color:[/b] [indent]Black but it's turning ashen from the tip[/indent] [b]Eye Color:[/b] [indent]Crimson Red[/indent] [b]Skin Tone:[/b] [indent]Ash-white[/indent] [b]Brief Clothes Description:[/b] [indent]As a Dark Elf, Xenelith wears a heavy fur-trimmed, black cloak. The fur, however, is not from some small critter like others would have it. The deep, grey, shaggy hide came from one of Baka's more dreadful predators. Woven into the cloak are the teeth of all kinds of prey he hunted. Underneath it, he wears a heavy cuirass with little adornings. Around his arms and hands, he has white bandages. The heavy black leather boots allow him to traverse anything from mountains to a swamp. Around his neck hangs an old shamanic totem. An indication of his status as Second Born. He does have more casual clothing, a red-trimmed black tunic. However, he only wears it when he knows there is no danger and those times are coming to an end. Tucked away around his neck, hanging from a single cord and hidden by the totem is a single, gold band with inscriptions on it: 'Forever yours'.[/indent] [h3][center] Ruthless ⋆ Hatefull ⋆ Cold ⋆ Loyal[/center][/h3] ________________________________________________________________________________________________________________ [u]Psychology[/u] [b]Likes[/b]: [indent] ⋆ Hunting ⋆ Dark Magic ⋆ Dead enemies * Winter-wine * Raging storms * His own Companions [/indent] [b]Dislikes[/b]: [indent] ⋆ Cowards ⋆ Weaklings ⋆ Chatty people * Incompetence * Light Elves and Humans [/indent] [b]Fears:[/b] [indent] ⋆ Death by fire ⋆ Falling in love ⋆ Failing Aklenroth [/indent] [b]Sexuality:[/b] [indent]Heterosexual[/indent] [b]Personality:[/b] [indent]Many mistake Xenelith for being an introvert. This is not entirely true. He simply has a firm distaste for the political bickering and veiled threats the Dark Elves so commonly fling about. Amongst his friends, he will almost seem talkative if he drank enough Winter-Wine. Never the less, Xenelith has cherished his fair share of lonely nights. For a Dark Elf, he's surprisingly capable at sharing food, tools and other things. However, when it comes to magic power and knowledge, he'll jealously guard that against even his closest friends. To those that he knows, Xenelith will almost look kind and forgiving from time to time. Make no mistake though, his enemies will see him as nothing but vile and terrible. A ruthless and pragmatic person. he will not hesitate to kill you if he sees no more value in you. But never underestimate his capacity for cruelty. Resist his persuasion and you may not see yourself tortured but your kin. There are only a handful of people and animals he will give his life for. Those trusted few know it. Others will know that he'll rather toss them into the sea than jump himself. For the most part, Xenelith is a very calm person. His temper might flare from time to time but he'll quickly gain control of it again. If incompetence is not involved he will look patient and forgiving. After all, failure is a part of life. Why kill a loyal subject when you can train them to be better? It is that patience that makes him so dangerous. He can lay in the snow for a week, waiting for something to spring his trap. Because that's where he is. In the middle of hostile territory. Or in the vanguard force of any army. For a Dark Elf, Xenelith is surprisingly and exceptionally brave. As a trained warrior, hunter and dark wizard there are few things that make him nervous or slow his fast reaction speed. Xenelith is a dreadfully clever bastard. Many would say that he is Aklenroth's most effective hunter and an exceptionally talented dark wizard. Through observation, he will often spot things that others missed. This makes him one of the most dangerous agents of the Lich. Sadly, when it comes to charisma, he has very little. His brave acts might inspire his fellows but he sucks at speeches. There is also not a humorous bone in his body. The man is as strict, disciplined and unyielding as they come. This gives him an unparalleled drive. When given a prey he will not sleep, rest or slow down until its dead or captured. Pray, for your own sake, that he murders you. [/indent] [h3][center]Traditional ⋆ Austere ⋆ Independant[/center][/h3] ________________________________________________________________________________________________________________ [u]Background[/u] [b]Occupation[/b] [indent]Manhunter and Commander of Aklenroth[/indent] [b]Living Immediate Family Members:[/b] [indent]Father: Netlehain of the Grave Vale Older Brother: Authlith of the Grave Vale Younger Sister: Velinia of the Grave Vale[/indent] [b]Dead Immediate Family Members:[/b] [indent]2 nameless brothers, 3 nameless sisters, his mother: Morainna of the Bleakwoods[/indent] [b]Current Companions:[/b] [indent]Relivan, Ulivan, Herivan, Mechrivan - the four Black Daka Wolves of his pack Mourn - The big, grey raven Ferra - A large, black cat. Serving Xenelith as a steed. [/indent] [b]Current and Past Lover(s):[/b] [indent]Past: Mirria (dead)[/indent] [b]Are you a loner or with a group? Have you always been in this place?:[/b] [indent]Xenelith is not strictly a loner. He enjoys the company of a group. However, what he wants matters not when the Lich commands him.[/indent] [b]History:[/b] [indent]Dark Elf society is a strange amalgamation of strict traditions and loyalless treachery. Xenelith is a Second Born. By law and right, he is offered up to the service of the Great Lich. His house is expected to raise him and turn him into a proper warrior. So he may be of use. That is how his early life began. Amid snow and dark, long shadows. When he was old enough to stand he was old enough to train. Growing up amongst his particular kind of Dark Elves is not a pleasant experience. Food is scarcer in those northern, colder lands. Half the time he has to come by with scraps. If you want more food, you catch it yourself. The bigger you are, the more you can bully the others and take what they got. Xenelith was the biggest and worst of his age. At first, he greedily took everything from the others. But when fish began to rot (and after his father made painfully clear how wrong that was) he realized that having so much excess was utterly useless. So instead he began to share his food. This was not something most would do. This spark of kindness in an austere world created a bond of loyalty between him and others. When he became an adult he got marked for Aklenroth and given over to his legion’s commanders. Together with the others that rose up with him. Forming a tight unit, Xenelith and his companions scoured the rest of Avalia. They were remarkable but Xenelith above all was exceptional. In the wild, he made traps and hounded his prey like it was his instinct. In a city, he was quick and ruthless. Under his gaze houses burned and humans were murdered. He was so effective at it that he got what most Dark Elves could only dream off: absolute autonomy. He was allowed to run out into the world on his own, following his own commands. When orders came in he would have to follow them through. Praise didn’t stop there. Seeing the effectiveness of his unit as a whole, he ascended to the rank of Commander himself. Though when that news came through, Xenelith was still in the wild. Hunting humans or those who’d help them. He still has to return to his birth island to claim his right as Commander and lead one of Aklenroth’s legions into Avalia. But even into the wild woods, far beyond what he considers enemy lines he can smell the war in the air. [hider=secret]There was one companion that managed to somehow get closer to Xenelith than any other. While he has no quarrels working alone, he generally invited her with him on his task. However, she was revealed to be a traitor. The evidence against her was as solid as it could come. With several testimonials to boot. Eventually, she admitted and confessed, after Xenelith was willing to testify in her favor (but also lying in an attempt to get her out). As this would surely mean he would endanger him. She died a week later. Xenelith was a broken husk for a year. Utterly unable to do anything. However, when he returned to the field he was more ruthless and cruel than any of his peers. These traits allowed him to ascend the ranks as fast as he did.[/hider][/indent] [h3][center] Strength: Erebokenisis ⋆ Weakness: Healing (magical or otherwise)[/center][/h3] ________________________________________________________________________________________________________________ [b]Physical Strengths:[/b] [indent] ⋆ Exceptionally, physically strong. He can lift weights few others can. ⋆ Self-destructive levels of endurance ⋆ A talented swordfighter [/indent] [b]Physical Weaknesses:[/b] [indent] ⋆ He moves quite a bit slower than most of his kin ⋆ he can't climb up vertically (like up trees) ⋆ Archery is nothing for him [/indent] [b]Subspecies:[/b] [indent]Dark Elf[/indent] [b]Best Abilities:[/b] [indent]Erebokinesis, especially the ability to create and throw dark energy[/indent] [/hider]