Name
Ithildin Von Mortenson
Race
Elf (genetically altered)
Gender
Male
Age
2500 years (equivalent to a 25yr old human)
Equipment
A celtic cross, draconic wings, demonic tail, two swords, one bag of blue powder, one bag of red powder, and one bag of yellow powder.
Abilities
Can fly, sword fight, use magic powder, and recover/heal quickly leaving no scars.
Personality
Dark and moody due to recent changes, occasionally his old happy-go-lucky personality comes back and he almost seems like his old self.
History
His mother having died in child birth, and his dad having been killed at war before that, Ithildin's older brother, Isilme, taught him to fight, flirt, sneak, speak, and survive. As Ithildin got older he became more sure of his skills and eventually became over confident. When he was 15 he picked a fight with a group of kids who were to much for him. Isilme found them just in time to stop them from killing Ithildin but as a result of him fighting the mob off of his younger brother he got stabbed in the heart. He had just enough energy to take Ithildin to a shelter for help before he died. Ithildin became more aware of what he could and couldn't do, and now sought out the mob that killed his brother. He became very good at hiding his emotions so very few people could tell that his life goal was simply to avenge the last member of the only family he ever had.
Once he found the mob he challenged them all and slew all except the leader, saving him for last. Unfortunately the leader's brother saw what was happening and paralyzed Ithildin with a dart. The two brothers then took Ithildin to a lab and sold him to a mad scientist who experimented on him with various mutagens; increasing his speed, strength, intelligence, memory, and causing him to grow strong wings that he could fly with as well as a tail sturdy enough to burst through a man's armor and chest. The half-blind scientist wanted to make the perfect human, but didn't realize he was dealing with an elf who, rather then giving in to the tortures of whips and chains like most humans would, went into a rage and destroyed the lab. Ithildin left the scientist, barely alive, pinned in the middle of the burning laboratory.
The fires of the lab and the explosions within destroyed every trace of it's existence. Now Ithildin looks for a purpose in life, something worth living for, and in spite of his better memory he also seeks to forget the pains and tortures of the laboratory.
