✦ Ithilien

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  • I T H I L I E N


  • Age here
  • Gender Male
  • Race Isilmian
  • Role Prince
  • Alignment n//a
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"I am the Bleeding Star, the red moon, the bringer of a new era."

Elven: Olive skinned with long ombre hair, Ithilien stands thin and tall among many.

Equine: Please refer to the ref to the right. It is not the base of this man that makes him unique, rather the many distinct markings that paint him in shades of rich brown-black and vibrant shimmery golds. He towers over most, standing at 18.1 hands with a sleek and slender body. In truth, he is far leggier than his parentage as if built for speed rather than for power. Blackish brown points cover his face and his legs. Within and from them sprout stripes of lighter creamy grey making him almost monochromatic in theme. A dark rich brown traces his neck from jawline down, under his chest to the underbelly. Unlike the stripes that fade in and out, these thick lines are bold. Within them and along them lie the real gem; in small dots and flecks rich, saturated gold makes itself known. Highly reflective they catch the light easily and shimmer like stars or freshly minted coins. Along his back, he bears the same bold color leaking from the base of his mane to the base of his tail. Almond shaped eyes make themselves at home in a finely chiseled skull. They too are yellow gold, lighter than his markings, but no less striking against his darkened hide. Beneath his eye, a golden strip produces the same shimmery effect as the ones that ride the brown lines. Flecks of this weep from his visage, giving the appearance of 'Stardust' on his cheeks. On his lip, a single small white patch forms a snip on the right side of his face. On the left, a scar is prominent over his eye. His hair is long, silken, never being cut. It starts dark, almost black at its base slowly fading into a smokey ashen creme shade to its ends.

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"... For I am strength, I am disparity, I am the man who aspires to godhood. By nature I bear the two faces of Janus; I am the scales of justice and retribution. I give to those in need and ask only what they can give in return to a greater cause than themselves. I aide the poor, I feed the hungry and I burn whatever heathens stand in my way. I am the judge, I am the executioner--the dark healer upon which the downtrodden call. I am wrath, I am envy, I am a shepherd to the sinners."

He is the golden prince, the one who wears his cunning on his sleeve and declares he has no heart for his kin. Deviousness runs in his veins like blood, twinkling in his golden eyes as they shimmer in the moonlight. He'll make you swoon with a charming smile and soothe you with his voice of honey; he is a snake in tall grasses, a wolf in sheep's clothing. There is a desire for control that one cannot understand unless they know where he came from. He causes chaos because chaos surrounds him, and in doing so feels for just a split second as if he too has conquered that beast. Ithilien holds himself above others, unafraid to insult you with large words and quick wit.

"gone are the days of my young life where I was nothing but a naive fool grasping at strands I could never get. I am the exiled prince, I am the failure at which the world mocked, no more. Instead, I shall be the man who takes with iron fists and makes the world tremble with each step I take."

There is a wounded heart in the Priest of the Vale, a side to him that few see. Desiring the attention from a father who'd gone mad, getting none for his step-father in his blood's absence, there is a hole in a deep part of him crying out to be filled. Things, lovers, drink, power; he has tried them all and all leave him just as empty and broke as before.Regretful, despite the power he had amassed, for it left him utterly alone. Never will you hear a complaint concerning this leave his lips, for he is far too prideful to admit the hurt within him. It as if he cannot utter kind words, for whatever comes from his wicked tongue is sour and tainted. Hating when other revel in joy, Ithilien is jealous for it constantly escapes him despite what he has accomplished.

"I am the one who sings a song of sorrow, the boy with a father long lost and sisters he betrayed."

Trivia


DoB: Late Summer
Origin: Ouralia, Isilme
Height: 6ft / 18 hands
Build: Willowy / Leggy Marwari
Demeanor:Enigmatic & Intelligent & Alluring & Impish & Possessive & Arrogant & Silver-tongued
Theme: Lothlorien
Likes 
  • Inland winds--due to the fact he spent a very long time secluded in the sea, the smell that inland winds brings make him feel at peace.
  • Dirt--odd, but sand is something he loathes. He loves dirt in all its earthy smells.
  • One of his favorite foods is steak; due to the fact he didn't get to enjoy this awesome delight till his adult hood any time he is inland Nat will search out the biggest slab of meat he can find.
Dislikes 
  • Entitlement--just because you were born with royal blood doesn't mean you're worth any more than the lowly peasant
  • Pointless violence--to kill just to kill will get you killed by his hands
  • Abusive individuals--whether it be those in power, or the head of a home, or a sibling; Nat dislikes those who use their power over subjects who are considered inferior.
  • Sand. enough said.

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History


Born to a family in Exile from their home, Natsilane has only known the harsh cold of his homelands farthest reaches. Hidden away from the houses and the wastelands and the gods--whatever noble blood ran through his veins was lost to him. He did not have a silver spoon to feed him grains plenty, nor did he have servants to wait on his every whim. Natsilane had himself and his siblings, and for a time they had a mother. And their father, well he had gone into the wilderness and never returned. They kept to the fringes due to fear, as their mother had told it, the lineage in which they came from had been hunted to near extinction. A rival house had blood with theirs, and the three children were all that remained tied to an age-old king. Natsilane as a boy had dismissed much of it as the ramblings of an aging, deranged mother. Regardless of why they were there, Nat grew up knowing how to survive in the harshest of conditions. The world gave to him and in return, he only ever took what he needed.

Death & Ressurection


The day he died had started like any other. His sister, Nantosvelta, and himself had been ordered to go collect what they could find for food by their oldest brother Neridian. In the hours the two scanned the world for food and supplies, the duo had come to the icy shores of SIldr's farthest reaches. Nat had never set eyes upon it before, though rivers were intimidating enough, the ocean was an expanse unfathomable to the young boy's mind. Curiosity stabbed at his mind, and, against his sister's demands to keep away from the shore, Nat proceeded with foolhardy caution. Most of it was frozen, ice so thick it negated whatever waves had formed. A giggle from his mouth erupted into the cold air as he leaped gleefully from ice-block to ice-block, ignoring his sister's pleading voice from the safety of the shore. He called back twice to reassure her it was safe, that he was sage; but fate had a very different plan for the young boy. As Nat began to pick his way back to the shoreline, a distinct crack resounded in his ears. He felt his body move as the ice split in two; unable to fit on either side of the block fully, his body crashed into the frigid sea. The water was like a knife to his chest, skin tingling with the sensation of such unholy cold. As disoriented as he was, by the time young Nat had been able to distinguish up from down, the ice had moved and covered his point of entry. Panic began to rise in his chest, and far off muffled screams of his sister bounced through the dark waters. His insides felt like they would burst, and as he opened his mouth to breath he choked and only engulfed water into his lungs. The pale light of the arctic sun was all he saw as his limbs went limp--and it felt like an eternity before the black dots overtook his vision as he drifted to the bottom of the sea. Natsilane had never known death as intimately as he had in those moments; as all children do, he thought himself above such a dark force of nature. Yet here he was, drowned, a corpse to decorate the dark sands of the sea floor. Nat couldn't tell you how long he had been like that. Whether it had been a day or hours, or months; but one thing was for certain--when he opened his eyes and felt the water drug from his lungs as air rushed back in, the boy had been saved....but also changed. It didn't register at first, that the feeling in his back legs had been altered in some way. But as he went to stand on shaky legs, Nat fell back to the cold icy block that floated in the sea. His pale gaze turned to his back end, only to be met with horror. Whatever force had saved him, had taken his legs as compensation--and now, he stared at the fins of a blackfish silken smooth as water dripped from its shiny hide.

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