Itzal;Elf;Male

[daesiggil]

Name: Itzal

Age: 650 years

Race: Elf

Appearance: The first one would notice about him is how unnaturally pale he looks; skin, hair and eyes. It seems to have dulled from when he was still in his glory years and more sane. It is also obvious that he doesn't care very much about the way he looks, everything seems... old as if he's sick of the life he currently leads.

His pale blond hair goes mainly straight over his shoulders, always pulled back in a ponytail, allowing a few bangs to escape here and there, those in front frame his face quite beautifully. Those locks escaping behind his neck aren't worth his attention. The times that it isn't pulled back, it has a distinct curly quality to it.

His skin is pale and isn't marred with scars, at least none where it would be obvious. The way he sometimes winces with stretching suggest that he may have a few on his back. The texture of unscarred parts of his skin is smooth, like the skin of a baby or it would be if it wasn't dirty quite often.

His eyes are a pale blue, reflecting a calm ocean. It hides the insanity deep inside this creature. The light and his mood can affect the color lightly in the sense that it can become darker or lighter, although it always remain a clear blue color. It isn't obvious until you look very close at it, or if he decides to tell you.

His face is shaped feminine, although it does have a distinct masculine look to it. It causes people to see him obvious more as a woman than male, something he most of the time doesn't take offence in as he knows that elves just have that disadvantage. His lips are full. His eyes are shadowed by fine, light colored eyebrows. Looking further to his ears it is obvious that they are pierced a few times, the silver always shimmering. It is a far cry from the sometimes dirty appearance that Itzal has.

His clothes are dark, giving a sharp contrast along with the silver earrings he possesses. The clothes are made simply, but from materials that allow him to travel comfortable when it is needed. He also has other clothes, but he never bothers to pull them on when it isn't needed.

All in all he doesn't look like a dangerous person. A smile always curling his lips and his eyes gleaming with a soft mischievous light.


Personality: His old age made him slowly loose grip on reality, add to that that he was tortured once and still bears the mental scars. He can hide it and act quite normal if the situation calls for it. He however often make jokes that sound slightly disturbing to anyone but him. He doesn't care, he's sure that none will try to kill him.. yet.

It is nonetheless clear that he's insane to the core and many quite fear him because of this fact although at first sight one wouldn't know why they do. He threatens everyone and speaks that he will rip their intestines out, luckily it only remains with that as he switches to another subject entirely and seems to forget what he threatened the person with.

The only thing that does remain unclear is the fact to who he 'belongs' to, does he support the king? Or does he support the resistance against said king? He's found giving information to both camps, but those only seem rumors. He's as slick as an eel when it comes down to that and swims between them easily, never getting caught and even contradicts himself quite often as he tries to squirm out of whatever situation he managed to land himself in yet again.

A secret desire is that he wants a dragon egg of his own, one that will hatch for him and become something he can take control with. It seems yet that this will remain a faint hope, but this elf is stubborn and won't stop trying. If he ever gets the chance to get close to an egg, don't expect that he will hesitate.

History: It all starts when young Itzal was born to a happy elven couple. The years that came went by without a hitch, often looking at the dragon riders as they were still reigning over the skies. The desire to be like them was born right then when he learned that anyone could become one if a dragon hatched for them.

He grew and it became clear that he wasn't completely sane, it wasn't terrible. It was shoved on the fact that his parents 'worked' more than gave him attention, his unusual looks gave him nasty looks quite often as well. He always ignored them and continued on like he was doing, a happy kid, albeit a bit morbid.

The year hit that he decided to travel when he was in the three hundred, ignoring the pleading from those few friends he had gathered in the many years he had lived. That said he travelled, learning as much as he could. He couldn't become happier and the insane part of his mind came more into the open. He didn't develop a split-personality, but instead they were like sudden mood-swings people thought he had.

The part he personally remembers best is when they captured him. He was tortured for many days, or weeks or maybe even years. He lost count, nor does he really remember anything but the pain they caused on his body. His mind snapped and with an enraged cry he escaped, blood on his hands when everything cleared up. He was horrified, but the feeling that he had killed those that hurt him was satisfying.

He hated the feeling however and ran away from it, forcing his mind to jump in another direction if he was coming close to kill someone again that didn't deserve it. It became an automatic response later on, thus the habit to threaten people and then forgetting it was born. He kept travelling, not able to return to what he called home once, the shame great in him.

The memories faded in time.

The war erupted, a rider proclaiming himself king had killed all the others. He didn't know what to do, first he went to the Rebels. The promises didn't sound good to him, so he escaped them and turned to the king. The man instantly promised him things and he swore to serve him in common language, the former rider couldn't do anything about it. He stayed there for a few years, before he went mad by the madness of the king and returned to the Warden, staying there for a while, before returning back to the king.

Roleplaying example: Do I have to? *whimper*

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[Elvorn]

Are you still working on this Dae, or did you forget to remove the WIP from the title?