by Wraith Sat Jan 12, 2013 11:28 pmName: Frlithain
Gender: Male
Age: 245
Race: Wraith
Appearance: Frlithain appears to be around the age of 25. His flesh appears translucent blue inbetween 'feedings', Indigo after recent 'feedings', olive after prolonged periods without sustainance. His hair is white, brown, and black according to the periods inbetween the drawing of his meals. His eyes are black with crimson iris's. His physical features are akin to that of elves... his eyes are shaped like almonds with sharp cheekbones set high on angular features. his ears appear to be similar to those of a human though upon closer inspection they taper into points that are an inch long. His hair is cut and fashioned after those of noble birth and his face is clean shaven.
Clothing: He wears a knee length cloak made of thick leather worn beyond creases from travel, knee high leather boots with hardend soles, thick cotton trousers dyed black, and a simple white tunic. Across his waist is a belt containing his sword's dark brown scabbards housing his mid-length dual swords. Around his neck is a mithril chain shaped as dragon scales hanging to his mid torso with a simple silver pendant crafted for him as a child.
Weapons: Mid-length dual swords made of silver honed to an atom's edge with black mithril hilts shaped like demon horns each with a ruby setting on the end.
Abilities / Magic(s): Life force leeching to feed; which also aids in rapid regeneration during combat, mildly fast regneration when compared to other mortals, telepathy, heightened reflexes and hearing, the ability to run as fast as an arrow in flight for hours on end without tiring, enhanced night vision due to inferred sight, and strength to lift a large man with one arm. While under Rathalos's tutalage Frlithain is taught the secret of Realm Jumping and a battle stimga of devouring, named the Phythos Stigma, is awakened.
Enchantments: His swords hold an enchantment to prolong their edge.
Background: Settled down in a remote woodland a dozen leagues from the nearest settlement Frlithian was born an only child to the last remaining pair of his kind to inhabit the world. The early years of his life were spent mostly after dark in the wild wood to accommodate his lack of control of shifting his vision in and out of the inferred spectrum and that of light. At the age of 8 while hunting with his father, Frlithain learned how he might tap into and ultimately steal, life force from all animated forms of life so that he might heal, following an unfortunate run-in with a bear. Four years later Frlithain goes out by himself running through the woods and playing his made up games in the twilight hours preceeding dawn. He continues playing and running oblivious of his surroundings until the first ray of sunlight touches his face in the breaking dawn. Heeding his mother's warnings of being in the open during daylight Frlithain flees back into the woods, but not without being spotted by inhabitants of the village. Just days later while out again playing in the full darkness of a moonless night he spots a fire in the distance. Gripped by fear he remembers the stories of an 'evil' race called Man who would fight with people of his kind, killing them without a care in what his parents referred to as a purge, and guesses at the source of the light ahead. Creeping closer he hear's the sounds of some unknown language being spoken long before he spots the group of men. Unable to guess what they are talking about, but seeing cruel bladed weapons, Frlithain flees towards home crashing through the branches before him and alerting the men in the grove. Sounds of pursuit spur the boy on faster towards home where he quickly tells his parents of what just happened. After grabbing what could be carried Frlithain and his parents head outside to flee and meet the men not more then thirty feet from their door. Frozen in terror Frlithain watches as his mother is cut down by a barrage of arrows before fleeing into the night leaving everything he knew behind and seeking a place to hide from the men chasing him. Gaining a burst of energy from his fright he speeds up leaving the men far behind while simultanously getting himself lost. Three long days later he finally reaches the burnt ruins of his home and the bodies of his parents.
At the age of 75 Frlithain leaves his solitary life in the wilds behind and ventures towards civilization once again. Lacking the social skills necessary to communicate his motives in coming to the edge of a larger town, he is chased off by superstious guards. Rather then going back into deep seclusion again Frlithain stays towards the edge of the woods near this new settlement in hopes of picking learning their language so that he might communicate with them. On dark nights he is often overlooked hunkered down under windows listening to the conversations of the families within. After a year of learning he tries again to speak with the guards and possibly come to some sort of agreement with the city now known to be the capital stronghold of Ulthaugh. Confidantly he adresses the guards in broken english while using his limited telepathy to fill in the gaps with images.
Vaguely understanding what the shrouded traveler one of the guards enters the city to fetch their captian, Rathalos. Upon the new guard's appearance Frlithain nearly flees thinking he might be be forced away once again. Instead Rathalos motions to the young wraith to follow, ultimately to be taught proficiancy in both language and combat skills.
Universe: 4 - Rethbloka
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