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CitrusArmsTanithil Malaggar ⋆ 145 ⋆ Male ⋆ Dark Elf
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Appearance
Height:
5'6"
Weight:
120 lbs
Hair Color:
White
Eye Color:
Gray - Purple/Black when casting spells
Skin Tone:
Gray
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Psychology
Likes:
⋆ Trickery/Subterfuge
⋆ Warm home-cooking
⋆ Fishing
⋆ Positivity
⋆ Running/Parkour/Exercise in general
Dislikes:
⋆ Cruelty/Oppression
⋆ Rules
⋆ Yelling
⋆ Sour-food
⋆ Losing
Fears:
⋆ His race becoming extinct
⋆ Losing everyone he cares about
⋆ Losing his powers
⋆ Losing another limb
⋆ Being forgotten
Sexuality:
Demisexual
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Personality:
Tanithil is above all things, joyful. He sees the world as a dull and un-entertaining place, and that's because of how many boring snobs run things! He wants there to be freedom and happiness in his life. He does exactly what he wants, all other factors be damned! That being said, he does have a soft-spot for those that he deems to be "lights amidst a dark and slightly depressing world". His friends and some family are key examples of people he will care for. Those who are innocent of wrong-doings (to his knowledge) get a pass from him as well.
His own form of magic seems to juxtapose this belief, but he finds it to be a blessing rather than a contradiction. "If I can wield the darkness and have good in my heart, so can all you other bolt-heads" he would often say to those who brought it up. To Tanithil, life is about balance. You need some good and unfortunately some bad to make it all equal. The bad comes on its own, since the world is the way it is, but thats why he believes its up to the rest of civilization to come up with reasons and ways to notice and appreciate the good. Even if it means stealing some bread from a vendor to give to a beggar.
His only dark-sided trait is what comes when he feels like his own way of life is threatened or the way of life of those around him. He never stands for someone being repressed or held down simply for expressing who they are or what they want. Having literally given his own limb to defend it, he will happily do it again, or take some extra limbs if needed. That is the one area in his life he will play no games, explore no shortcuts, or take any work-arounds. It's the side of him he thinks he's inherited from his mother's side, and is the side of him he likes the least.
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Background
Occupation:
None, he mainly looked after the house with his parents while studying magics to become one of the war casters for the Dark Elven Army.
Living Immediate Family Members:
Mother and Father - Ayla and Arlen Malaggar
Grandmother (though not to him anymore) - General Zarra Malaggar
Dead Immediate Family Members:
Grandfather - Thallan Malaggar (killed by a drunk vagrant who broke into his home in the middle of the night).
Current Companions:
Amisra Keyrel
Current and Past Lover(s):
None, but he certainly has eyes for someone ;)
Tanithil Malaggar was a bit of a jokester. Always playing pranks and sneaking about, looking to cause slight mischief here and there, but also serve his own means in a way. He would often peddle stolen goods to those less fortunate or perhaps even give said goods away if his heart was feeling it. He wasn't a perfect soul, but he did his best. Where his father would admire his honesty and his mother would enjoy his clever use of stealth and cunning to get out of oh so many situations. If he wasn't causing havoc, he was likely watching a particular favorite of his practicing sword work from afar before approaching her and tempting her with skipping practices. Sometimes it would work, other times he'd be chased around by her father Taerel who wanted only the best for his precious daughter.
His own brand of "powers" came with his manipulation of shadow magic. A skill that he likely inherited from his grandmother, the Grand General Zarra Malaggar. From shrouding himself in plain sight, to teleporting away in a blink, to crafting little tools and weapons to use in a scrap, Tanithil didn't really shy away from danger. He was, after all, a trouble maker. And trouble often becomes much bigger than you would expect. This proved to be words he would learn the hard way as he read a note on his grandmother's desk instructing her to assassinate a batch of "light-elf enthusiasts". As he scanned the words and read "Keyrel family" and his gut sank. He blood felt like iron spikes in his form, forcing him to stay still for what felt like dozens of minutes. Each ticking second he knew he was wasting was only sealing a fate he simply did not want to happen. He and his family disagreed on many things, often silly things. But killing their own kind for expressing their will and opinions...no. He couldn't just sit by and slink in the shadows. He grabbed his trusty cloak and silent-padded shoes and ran like he never ran before.
The scene before him was horrific. He saw piles of bodies, people he had known, talked to. His grandmother...no...he couldn't call this monster his family anymore. General Zarra stood over his childhood friend, her wrists bound behind her as the final blow was poised to strike. He called out to her in that moment..."Gramma!" He said with a pause, her faltering for just a moment as she turned to look at who dare speak so casually to her. She seemed to soften slightly at the sight of her grandson walking idly across the room. None of the guards put up a fight as, this was another member of the general's family, they wouldn't dare raise a finger to him. That was until he reached her, arms stretched out to hug her. He spun wildly around and kicked at the woman's mid-section, drawing a flimsy blade to stand between her and Amisra. He scowled at the woman and shouted all kinds of insults, denouncing her and removing the title of "Gramma" from his vocabulary.
What he didn't show however, was his backhand, gracefully working shadow magics against the ropes that bound his friend, cutting the ropes just barely enough before he would make his next move. As much as he was full of surprises, so was General Zarra. In a similar candor she walked up to the boy, not an ounce of aggression in her stance. In the blink of an eye she swung her ring-blade down towards her grandson. The guards gasped, and Tanithil's eyes widened at the sudden hot rush of pain in his wrist as he turns and hugs his friend. A strong and sudden gust of black wind enveloped them both, hiding and changing their form to match as they were whisked through the cracks in the nearby window. Zarra stood as she looked at the small cut along her hand from the shadowy mists her grandson had made. "Potential...wasted..." was all that could be heard from the guards before being barked at to find the missing traitors.
A voice, one familiar and cherished, caught Amisra’s attention as she briefly glanced over to see her beloved friend and grandson to the monster in front of her, Tanithil. What was he doing here? Would he be loyal to his grandmother? Could she truly expect him to betray his own flesh and blood? She felt her heart sink as she realized that he would be insane to do so, but it seemed she was in for quite the surprise. She watched in shock as Tanithil kicked his grandmother and Amisra felt the ropes around her wrist loosen. She had to move quickly.
In the blink of an eye, she pulled her wrists free and grabbed the two shortswords from the guards that were holding her in place. In a moment, both those guards were on the ground dead beside her. She spun in time to watch Zarra attack her own grandson. Fearing losing another person tonight, she attempted to push herself off the ground to lunge at the woman as she screamed, “Get away from him, you bitch!” Unfortunately her actions caused her to take her eyes off of those around her and a loyal guard took a swipe at Amisra. She jerked back just in time to keep from being hit with a fatal blow, but not before the blade sliced down her face. She cried out more in shock than pain just before Tanithil grabbed her and they winnowed away.
Appearing in a small, shadowed alleyway not far from the house, Amisra found herself quickly looking at her friend. “You saved me…” She whispered to him as she felt her heart swell some. It was at this moment that she noticed two things. The vision in her left eye was becoming blurry from the trickle of blood streaming down her face. The other was Tanithil’s injury. “By the Goddess, Tanithil, your hand!” She gasped out before realizing she needed to take action quickly. Without much thought, Amisra removed her top, leaving her top half in her undergarments, before tearing her shirt into strips quickly. She needed to stop the bleeding and then they needed to move and get out of there. She didn’t wait for him to respond before she grabbed his arm and made a tourniquet with one of the strips. She then went on to wrap a strip around his wrist where a hand once was. “I’m so sorry Tanithil, but we need to keep moving. Will you be okay for a little longer?” She’d completely forgotten about her own injury, not even registering the pain yet.
He couldn't help but laugh in the face of this situation. He had practically thrown every bit of his life away the second he kicked the General in the stomach and yet she still found a way to take a little more from him. His senses were dulled in the moment, a sharp ringing sensation pulsing up his arm as he clenched his teeth. Beads of sweat formed at his brow and throughout his face as he felt the burning pain of his wrist constantly remind him of his grave wound. He looked up and saw his friend had taken a grave wound herself.
"Amisra...your eye...ow, fuck!" He shrilly spoke for a moment before gaining his composure. He had given them a way to escape immediate danger, but he had to secure their escape too. He looked around and thought out the best path, the streams of adrenaline starting to finally kick in as Amisra bandaged his arm. "Of course I can move. She took my hand, not my leg. Let's get the fuck out of here!" He reached for her with his dominant hand, sighing to himself for a moment before grasping onto her hand with his left hand and pulling her along towards his residence. It would be the last place the General would think to check. He quickly snuck into his room and past his parents, all too worried about his sudden departure and even more sudden arrival. From there he packed a small bag of necessities, barely managing to dodge his worried mother who began knocking at his door. "Mom can't you see I brought a girl home?! A little privacy pleaaaase!"
He knew that being honest would only get him in trouble and cause more grief, so whatever he could say just to get her away for the time being. "Amisra, we can't stay here. We have to leave. I hate the idea, but my ... that woman is a crazy and relentless assassin. We're lucky to even be alive so, for now, pack what you think you'll need here and lets...fucking....go." He threw together some outfits for himself and some looser clothes for her as he did not really 'know' what would fit her, but literally anything would do. He threw in some first aid supplies he always kept on hand and gave her the knapsack to carry. "With my magic we can slip by but its only a matter of time before they start sending the magic drakes out. They sniff through my magic so let's book it."
"Of course I can move. She took my hand, not my leg. Let's get the fuck out of here!" Amisra couldn’t contain her eye roll as he’d said it, but then seeing him reach for her with his missing hand caused her heart to ache. “I’ll be fine, you’re worse off than me. You’re losing a lot of blood, I wanted to make sure you weren’t going to pass out on me.” She said with a sigh as they took off towards his house. It was a smart move as they would need supplies before trying to escape the city.
She helped gather supplies, trading out her bloodsoaked clothes for some of his. They were a little big on her, but she easily ignored it. She jumped, however, as she heard the knock at his door. "Mom can't you see I brought a girl home?! A little privacy pleaaaase!" Tanithil got quite the look from Amisra as he said this, smirking at him with a shake of her head, before going back to the task at hand. "With my magic we can slip by but it's only a matter of time before they start sending the magic drakes out. They sniff through my magic so let's book it." He said as they were finishing up hastily packing and she found herself nodding. “We’ll keep magic use to a minimum until we get to the border. From there we need to try to not use it at all until we’re far enough away. It’ll be hard to identify where the drakes are once we cross that border, better to be safe.” She said, knowing that it would be mostly him using magic as her own wasn’t nearly as strong.
She caught a glimpse of herself in the mirror and for some reason the sight of her blood caused an image to flash in her mind of her sister being killed. She dropped the bag in her hand, causing a loud thud, which only drew the attention of Tanithil’s mother again. She could hear the woman’s voice from behind the door and her head whipped towards it as she realized the door handle was turning. “Oh, Tanithil!” She moaned out loudly, adding on to his bit from earlier as she made a few more thumping noises. There was a gasp and the door clicked shut again before hurried feet scurried away from the door. She quickly picked up the bag she dropped and turned to look at her friend. “Let’s go.” She said as she went to reach for his right hand this time, wincing as she realized once more it was gone. “Sorry…” She said before grabbing his other hand and slipping out the window with him.
He nodded while hearing her plan for their escape, simply accepting her daggers for eyes as he made his quips. He looked on as he saw the color and emotion drain from her face. She had experienced great loss, something Tanithil knew very little of. He was about to reach out to console her when the thud of the bag brought him back to reality. The door handle turning made him even more panicked as he started to cast a spell. “Shit Amisr-“ “Oh Tanithil!” His face turned a beet red as he looked up at her, then back to the door handle clicking back into place. “Clever.” He spoke with a smirk, noticing her missing his hand and sighing. “Never gonna drop that habit I see.” He made sure they had their things and slipped out the window.
He knew magic needed to be low, but he had a plan. He weaved a small cloak of shadows over themselves as they ran, shielding their presence and making them almost invisible to the untrained eye. In a slightly uncouth manner, he “aimed” his nub of a hand and coalesced small orbs of shadow, shooting them off in random directions before letting them explode into fog-like mist. It was one of his classic pranks to mess with townsfolk that served as a smokescreen and a distraction for the “magic sniffers” as he made sure to make his smoke extra potent. They ducked through alleyways and narrowly missed several patrols, sometimes ducking into a luckily vacant house or in one case, stumbling into a home with a small family preparing dinner. Neither one spoke a word as they did every possible maneuver to reach the country’s border. In the distance Tanithil could hear broadcast orbs going off with the familiar voice of Zarra. “My grandson Tanithil and the daughter of Taeral Keyrel have been deemed traitors to this country. If seen, bring them to me. Do not fall for his tricks, he must face judgment for what he’s done.” He rolled his eyes and turned to her as they made it the outskirts of the city proper, far far away from any action and finally spoke. “Where now?”
They weaved through the city, sticking to the shadows and utilizing Tanithil's magic when shadows were lacking or they felt it was too much of a risk not to. They startled a few residents of a house, but it didn't stop them as they diligently worked to make it out of the city and avoid being caught. Neither one spoke a word as they did every possible maneuver to reach the country’s border. A broadcast could be heard in the distance with the familiar voice of Zarra. “My grandson Tanithil and the daughter of Taeral Keyrel have been deemed traitors to this country. If seen, bring them to me. Do not fall for his tricks, he must face judgment for what he’s done.” What a load of bullshit, Amisra thought as Tanithil turned to her once they made it to the outskirts of the city proper. “Where now?” A question she had been pondering as they fled. Amisra scanned their surroundings momentarily while thinking, but then her eyes landed on his missing limb and she knew where they needed to go.
"Ironhold. They likely won't expect us to go there and the dwarves used to be more tolerant of dark elves, though I doubt that's much of the case now. We may even be able to find someone to help with…." She couldn't bring herself to say it, but gestured to his hand. Deep down, she blamed herself for his injury. If only she hadn't taken her eyes off him when he saved her. Perhaps she could have pulled him out of the way. Either way, what was done was done and they needed to keep moving. They needed to get somewhere they could settle for a moment in order to really assess their injuries and Ironhold seemed as good a choice as any.
His own brand of "powers" came with his manipulation of shadow magic. A skill that he likely inherited from his grandmother, the Grand General Zarra Malaggar. From shrouding himself in plain sight, to teleporting away in a blink, to crafting little tools and weapons to use in a scrap, Tanithil didn't really shy away from danger. He was, after all, a trouble maker. And trouble often becomes much bigger than you would expect. This proved to be words he would learn the hard way as he read a note on his grandmother's desk instructing her to assassinate a batch of "light-elf enthusiasts". As he scanned the words and read "Keyrel family" and his gut sank. He blood felt like iron spikes in his form, forcing him to stay still for what felt like dozens of minutes. Each ticking second he knew he was wasting was only sealing a fate he simply did not want to happen. He and his family disagreed on many things, often silly things. But killing their own kind for expressing their will and opinions...no. He couldn't just sit by and slink in the shadows. He grabbed his trusty cloak and silent-padded shoes and ran like he never ran before.
The scene before him was horrific. He saw piles of bodies, people he had known, talked to. His grandmother...no...he couldn't call this monster his family anymore. General Zarra stood over his childhood friend, her wrists bound behind her as the final blow was poised to strike. He called out to her in that moment..."Gramma!" He said with a pause, her faltering for just a moment as she turned to look at who dare speak so casually to her. She seemed to soften slightly at the sight of her grandson walking idly across the room. None of the guards put up a fight as, this was another member of the general's family, they wouldn't dare raise a finger to him. That was until he reached her, arms stretched out to hug her. He spun wildly around and kicked at the woman's mid-section, drawing a flimsy blade to stand between her and Amisra. He scowled at the woman and shouted all kinds of insults, denouncing her and removing the title of "Gramma" from his vocabulary.
What he didn't show however, was his backhand, gracefully working shadow magics against the ropes that bound his friend, cutting the ropes just barely enough before he would make his next move. As much as he was full of surprises, so was General Zarra. In a similar candor she walked up to the boy, not an ounce of aggression in her stance. In the blink of an eye she swung her ring-blade down towards her grandson. The guards gasped, and Tanithil's eyes widened at the sudden hot rush of pain in his wrist as he turns and hugs his friend. A strong and sudden gust of black wind enveloped them both, hiding and changing their form to match as they were whisked through the cracks in the nearby window. Zarra stood as she looked at the small cut along her hand from the shadowy mists her grandson had made. "Potential...wasted..." was all that could be heard from the guards before being barked at to find the missing traitors.
A voice, one familiar and cherished, caught Amisra’s attention as she briefly glanced over to see her beloved friend and grandson to the monster in front of her, Tanithil. What was he doing here? Would he be loyal to his grandmother? Could she truly expect him to betray his own flesh and blood? She felt her heart sink as she realized that he would be insane to do so, but it seemed she was in for quite the surprise. She watched in shock as Tanithil kicked his grandmother and Amisra felt the ropes around her wrist loosen. She had to move quickly.
In the blink of an eye, she pulled her wrists free and grabbed the two shortswords from the guards that were holding her in place. In a moment, both those guards were on the ground dead beside her. She spun in time to watch Zarra attack her own grandson. Fearing losing another person tonight, she attempted to push herself off the ground to lunge at the woman as she screamed, “Get away from him, you bitch!” Unfortunately her actions caused her to take her eyes off of those around her and a loyal guard took a swipe at Amisra. She jerked back just in time to keep from being hit with a fatal blow, but not before the blade sliced down her face. She cried out more in shock than pain just before Tanithil grabbed her and they winnowed away.
Appearing in a small, shadowed alleyway not far from the house, Amisra found herself quickly looking at her friend. “You saved me…” She whispered to him as she felt her heart swell some. It was at this moment that she noticed two things. The vision in her left eye was becoming blurry from the trickle of blood streaming down her face. The other was Tanithil’s injury. “By the Goddess, Tanithil, your hand!” She gasped out before realizing she needed to take action quickly. Without much thought, Amisra removed her top, leaving her top half in her undergarments, before tearing her shirt into strips quickly. She needed to stop the bleeding and then they needed to move and get out of there. She didn’t wait for him to respond before she grabbed his arm and made a tourniquet with one of the strips. She then went on to wrap a strip around his wrist where a hand once was. “I’m so sorry Tanithil, but we need to keep moving. Will you be okay for a little longer?” She’d completely forgotten about her own injury, not even registering the pain yet.
He couldn't help but laugh in the face of this situation. He had practically thrown every bit of his life away the second he kicked the General in the stomach and yet she still found a way to take a little more from him. His senses were dulled in the moment, a sharp ringing sensation pulsing up his arm as he clenched his teeth. Beads of sweat formed at his brow and throughout his face as he felt the burning pain of his wrist constantly remind him of his grave wound. He looked up and saw his friend had taken a grave wound herself.
"Amisra...your eye...ow, fuck!" He shrilly spoke for a moment before gaining his composure. He had given them a way to escape immediate danger, but he had to secure their escape too. He looked around and thought out the best path, the streams of adrenaline starting to finally kick in as Amisra bandaged his arm. "Of course I can move. She took my hand, not my leg. Let's get the fuck out of here!" He reached for her with his dominant hand, sighing to himself for a moment before grasping onto her hand with his left hand and pulling her along towards his residence. It would be the last place the General would think to check. He quickly snuck into his room and past his parents, all too worried about his sudden departure and even more sudden arrival. From there he packed a small bag of necessities, barely managing to dodge his worried mother who began knocking at his door. "Mom can't you see I brought a girl home?! A little privacy pleaaaase!"
He knew that being honest would only get him in trouble and cause more grief, so whatever he could say just to get her away for the time being. "Amisra, we can't stay here. We have to leave. I hate the idea, but my ... that woman is a crazy and relentless assassin. We're lucky to even be alive so, for now, pack what you think you'll need here and lets...fucking....go." He threw together some outfits for himself and some looser clothes for her as he did not really 'know' what would fit her, but literally anything would do. He threw in some first aid supplies he always kept on hand and gave her the knapsack to carry. "With my magic we can slip by but its only a matter of time before they start sending the magic drakes out. They sniff through my magic so let's book it."
"Of course I can move. She took my hand, not my leg. Let's get the fuck out of here!" Amisra couldn’t contain her eye roll as he’d said it, but then seeing him reach for her with his missing hand caused her heart to ache. “I’ll be fine, you’re worse off than me. You’re losing a lot of blood, I wanted to make sure you weren’t going to pass out on me.” She said with a sigh as they took off towards his house. It was a smart move as they would need supplies before trying to escape the city.
She helped gather supplies, trading out her bloodsoaked clothes for some of his. They were a little big on her, but she easily ignored it. She jumped, however, as she heard the knock at his door. "Mom can't you see I brought a girl home?! A little privacy pleaaaase!" Tanithil got quite the look from Amisra as he said this, smirking at him with a shake of her head, before going back to the task at hand. "With my magic we can slip by but it's only a matter of time before they start sending the magic drakes out. They sniff through my magic so let's book it." He said as they were finishing up hastily packing and she found herself nodding. “We’ll keep magic use to a minimum until we get to the border. From there we need to try to not use it at all until we’re far enough away. It’ll be hard to identify where the drakes are once we cross that border, better to be safe.” She said, knowing that it would be mostly him using magic as her own wasn’t nearly as strong.
She caught a glimpse of herself in the mirror and for some reason the sight of her blood caused an image to flash in her mind of her sister being killed. She dropped the bag in her hand, causing a loud thud, which only drew the attention of Tanithil’s mother again. She could hear the woman’s voice from behind the door and her head whipped towards it as she realized the door handle was turning. “Oh, Tanithil!” She moaned out loudly, adding on to his bit from earlier as she made a few more thumping noises. There was a gasp and the door clicked shut again before hurried feet scurried away from the door. She quickly picked up the bag she dropped and turned to look at her friend. “Let’s go.” She said as she went to reach for his right hand this time, wincing as she realized once more it was gone. “Sorry…” She said before grabbing his other hand and slipping out the window with him.
He nodded while hearing her plan for their escape, simply accepting her daggers for eyes as he made his quips. He looked on as he saw the color and emotion drain from her face. She had experienced great loss, something Tanithil knew very little of. He was about to reach out to console her when the thud of the bag brought him back to reality. The door handle turning made him even more panicked as he started to cast a spell. “Shit Amisr-“ “Oh Tanithil!” His face turned a beet red as he looked up at her, then back to the door handle clicking back into place. “Clever.” He spoke with a smirk, noticing her missing his hand and sighing. “Never gonna drop that habit I see.” He made sure they had their things and slipped out the window.
He knew magic needed to be low, but he had a plan. He weaved a small cloak of shadows over themselves as they ran, shielding their presence and making them almost invisible to the untrained eye. In a slightly uncouth manner, he “aimed” his nub of a hand and coalesced small orbs of shadow, shooting them off in random directions before letting them explode into fog-like mist. It was one of his classic pranks to mess with townsfolk that served as a smokescreen and a distraction for the “magic sniffers” as he made sure to make his smoke extra potent. They ducked through alleyways and narrowly missed several patrols, sometimes ducking into a luckily vacant house or in one case, stumbling into a home with a small family preparing dinner. Neither one spoke a word as they did every possible maneuver to reach the country’s border. In the distance Tanithil could hear broadcast orbs going off with the familiar voice of Zarra. “My grandson Tanithil and the daughter of Taeral Keyrel have been deemed traitors to this country. If seen, bring them to me. Do not fall for his tricks, he must face judgment for what he’s done.” He rolled his eyes and turned to her as they made it the outskirts of the city proper, far far away from any action and finally spoke. “Where now?”
They weaved through the city, sticking to the shadows and utilizing Tanithil's magic when shadows were lacking or they felt it was too much of a risk not to. They startled a few residents of a house, but it didn't stop them as they diligently worked to make it out of the city and avoid being caught. Neither one spoke a word as they did every possible maneuver to reach the country’s border. A broadcast could be heard in the distance with the familiar voice of Zarra. “My grandson Tanithil and the daughter of Taeral Keyrel have been deemed traitors to this country. If seen, bring them to me. Do not fall for his tricks, he must face judgment for what he’s done.” What a load of bullshit, Amisra thought as Tanithil turned to her once they made it to the outskirts of the city proper. “Where now?” A question she had been pondering as they fled. Amisra scanned their surroundings momentarily while thinking, but then her eyes landed on his missing limb and she knew where they needed to go.
"Ironhold. They likely won't expect us to go there and the dwarves used to be more tolerant of dark elves, though I doubt that's much of the case now. We may even be able to find someone to help with…." She couldn't bring herself to say it, but gestured to his hand. Deep down, she blamed herself for his injury. If only she hadn't taken her eyes off him when he saved her. Perhaps she could have pulled him out of the way. Either way, what was done was done and they needed to keep moving. They needed to get somewhere they could settle for a moment in order to really assess their injuries and Ironhold seemed as good a choice as any.
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Combat and Magic:
Strength: 4
Speed on Land: 5
Speed in Air: 0 (can't fly)
Magical Ability: 9
Dexterity: 7
Weapon Proficiency: 4
Stealth: 9
Subspecies:
Dark Elf
Best Abilities:
Tanithil's abilities mainly lay in his magical prowess. He has an array of standard tricks he will use to his advantage, including his:
- Shadow Cloak - provides moderate to extreme levels of invisibility to himself and more if needed, but more people means more effort/strain
- Shrouded Advance - shrouds himself and nearby allies in black mist that temporarily transforms them all into misty figures that quickly dash off in whatever direction he chooses. More people = more strain/more energy needed
- Shadow Weapon - his most versatile tool, Tanithil creates a weapon of his imagination using the shadow forces around him. His particular favorite is to make a dagger that he throws and turns into a "grenade" that shoots out darts of shadow shrapnel in every direction.
His erebokinesis is his bread and butter when it comes to getting out of sticky situations. If it isn't a "named ability" that he loves to showboat, he can easily whip up some form of tangible object in order to slide his way out of trouble...if he can.
