Mythor

Information

Player: muhaha8

Character Full Name: Mythor Ironraven

Character In-Game Name: Mythor

Nickname(s): Lost One

Association(s): Himself, other Demon Hunters

Race: Night Elf

Class: Demon Hunter

Age: 663

Sex: Male

Hair: A deep purple in nature, which hangs loose down his back, to the halfway point.

Eyes: Burnt eye sockets.

Weight: 293 pounds.

Height: 7’2”

Appearance

Mythor is a mottled mess of ritual tattooing and scarring from years of battle. His body is a monument to both his successes in combat, and a warning sign of the sacrifices he has made to get to where he is. The majority of his body is inked, and the spaces left blank form intricate patterns across his purple skin. The scarring is far from manly; in fact, it is more of a statement that his path is a brutal one, lined with death at every turn. He dresses simply, wearing a dark kilt for easy movement, one that blends in well with the surrounding landscape. What remains of his eyes are now covered with a black cloth, which is bound tightly around his head. His glaives are often worn across his back, in the open air. On the rare occasion that Mythor enters a settlement, he will dress in a drab, plain robe which covers him from head-to-toe, and wear a hood that covers as much of his face as possible. He wraps his glaives to be concealed as a sleeved bow, and plays them off as such. Despite his careful covering, he will never remain in a settlement for long.

Personality

Mythor is largely a solitary creature, living in the forests with his twin brother. He dislikes the company of most, and is easily considerable as a loner. The man is dedicated almost solely and with great zeal to the task he has been set upon: the slaying of demons. He often sets upon the hunt with a deep and abiding anger for the beasts and, unlike his brother, holds very little patience in the hunt. He finds himself wary about those he does not know or has not seen in many years, and will often avoid them unless otherwise confronted. He holds no pity for the users of Fel magic, and will, when not confronted by others who would meddle in his purpose, fight to kill them with no remorse.

History

Mythor was the first son of the Ironraven family, though his status as the only was over shortly after. His twin brother, Tarear, was born moments later. For the first 100 or so years of his life, it was only those two. They never truly knew if their father and mother had been thankful or disappointed that neither of them showed any druidic potential, as it was never discussed during their younger years. This lead to a life of simplicity in the forests of Ashenvale, the hours filled with teachings of metalwork and ventures into martial skill. These were the days when there were no wars to be fought, no constant need to struggle for survival and, most importantly, no demonic taint in their homeland. They ignored the years as a mountain ignores the wind, decades seeming to pass like days when the realization came that they had grown from simple wooden training swords to metal blades. Many new additions were added to the family as well, and the two did their best to act as positive role models for the younger siblings. Time passed and right at about 300 years of age the two bid their family a fond farewell, setting off to have a life of their own. The two brothers ventured east over the river and into Azshara where they lived out a hermitted life, defending the fledgling wildlife and cleansing the area of what used to be the highborne elves.

It was several hundred years later, after many decades of combatting creatures on the edge of the crumbling empire, that the next great step in the brothers’ lives occurred. It was approximately 150 years ago that the two’s improvised home for the past century was overrun in the night by an outpouring of demons from the nearby Felfire Hill region. The brothers tried as hard as they could to hold their ground but eventually the demons just absolutely overwhelmed them with sheer numbers, forcing them to flee back across the river into Ashenvale. They returned to the burning remains of their home several days later to find the torn remains of the many demons that had perished in the days previous. Something was most definitely off though, as there were many more corpses than the two of them could have possibly killed. Near the remains of their home they discovered a terribly wounded elf and a strange set of weapons lying not far from him. Assuming that this person had somehow stood against the demonic horde, the two set about patching up his wounds and placing the remains of the legion soldiers into a funeral pyre.

Surprisingly the man was up and about after only 10 days, he briefly introduced himself as Galfaldor, expressing his surprise that someone actually tended to him, considering what he was. The brothers were equally surprised, having not even been aware that such a thing existed. As they began clearing the remnants of the house, with a bit of help for Galfaldor, they inquired into what it took to acquire such skill in combat that he was capable of facing that many foes. Galfaldor warned the two repeatedly throughout his vague explanation that it was a dangerous and life altering thing to do. They accepted that and no more was spoken of it for a few days. During those days the two brothers debated on whether or not such a thing would benefit them, having had the rather rude awakening of many demons. So the next morning they went to Galfaldor and explained their reasoning in a clear manner, simply asking if he would consider it.

Galfaldor explained that the two would be required to cut all connections they had with society, sneaking in a snide comment about how it seemed they'd already done that, and journey far away from Azshara for many months. Their training started with exercises designed to increase both their strength and endurance. The routine was not that different from what they were used to; early mornings, late nights, many miles covered, though it was at a much quicker pace. For a solid month they would get up quite early in the morning and run until noon when they stopped for lunch, only to continue on until dusk. Most of this time seemed to pass in a delirium of pain and aching lungs as muscle was constantly being torn and rebuilt. After two weeks spent recovering from the month of running, Galfaldor presented them both with rather large grimoires containing all the types, strengths, and weaknesses of demons. They were to read these cover to cover and would either pass their test or be tossed back to the world. Mythor, unlike his brother, despised the book-work, and struggled through it, barely able to maintain his focus on the various books for more than an hour at a time. For their exam, Galfaldor took them out into the field close to Felfire Hill and pointed out various demons, demanding the two name a specific fact about them. Both ended up passing with little fanfare.

For the next bit of training the brothers were split and taken one at a time into the wilds near Felfire hill by Galfaldor. Tarear was sent first, and spent a week in the forest performing his task. Upon the slightly younger brother’s arrival back, Mythor received a rather ornate ritual dagger, and was sent into the wilds. He was told by Galfaldor to hunt the most powerful demon he believed he could fight, to track it, and slay it. He stumbled out into the forest and, within a few hours, found a many-eyed beast of terror, which he recalled was named a Beholder. He tracked its movements for days, and learned that likely the only way to fell it in combat was to lure it away from those it floated above without them noticing. On the fourth day, he drew the beast away from the other demons with arrow fire while it sat at the furthest point from them on its daily path. He drew it into the forest itself, where it became slowed and bogged down by the dense trees, until it finally found itself stuck. Mythor climbed a nearby tree, whereupon he proceeded to slice open the top of the Beholder, and rip out anything he could get at to inflict as much damage as possible. After a few moments of struggle, the beast fell still. Unable to drag it back to the three’s camp in one go, he spent the next few days hacking it into manageable pieces and taking it back bit by bit. He drained the beast’s blood from its body before this, and stored it in waterskin-like containers.

Once Mythor had returned with his kill, Galfaldor sat them both down and made it quite clear that there was no going back from this point. The older Demon Hunter knew the pattern of tattoo that would be required for Mythor, and thus used the blood drained from the Beholder to make a powder ink. It was rubbed onto the young Elf’s body in an intricate pattern, leaving the non-tattooed area as creating the pattern itself. The ink was then sealed into his flesh via a painful application of Fel flame, encompassing the entirety of his person. After a few days to recover, the two took the next step.

They were instructed to use the ritual daggers in order to carve out their own eyes, the very thought of this caused the brothers to recoil for discussion. Once again they came to the conclusion that this would benefit everyone. After some calming tea and meditation, they both went about the horrible task. Quite thankfully for society, no one was present to hear the screams. After gruesome illness and recovery, the two awoke to find that their sight was now vastly different...nothing more than a world of shifting greys and flaring greens in the case of demons. It was only now they could begin their glaive training. Learning to properly use a demon hunter's glaives was quite confusing, even for the martially inclined brothers. This may have been compounded by the fact they still felt rather ill after the whole eye carving bit and their trouble adjusting to 360 degree sight. There were a few bumps in the road with multiple slashing wounds resulting on all sides in the passing months but all in all it they were rather successful at glaive fighting. The last and most dangerous part of the training came what seemed to be all too soon but a year had passed since they first met Galfaldor. They were taught how to craft a runic circle that would be used to bind a demon's soul to theirs and sent off to find a suitable legion soldier.

Mythor disappeared into the forest, away from his brother. He stumbled across a group of Tothrezim builders and debt collectors wandering through the area. He tracked the group for several days, and learned the individual movements of each of the Tothrezim. By the end of the fifth day, he had targeted a lone fel-smith among them, one of smaller stature and, hopefully, easier to handle than the rest. He learned that it left its brothers behind once a day for several hours, to work on its various Fel creations, distant from the rest of the demons at Felfire Hill. He drew onto the ground the same runic circle he was taught by Galfaldor, and set out to draw the Tothrezim to it. He created a distraction by crashing a small tree to the ground near the creature’s working tent, which drew it from within. The demon hissed as it saw Mythor, and moved toward him with weapon in hand and Fel Stalker at its side. Mythor drew the creature into the forest, and toward the circle. As it was drawn deeper into the forest, a trap placed by the Elf was triggered by the faster Fel Stalker, which was impaled when the ground beneath it caved in and it fell into a pit of spikes.

The Tothrezim kept up the pursuit, unwilling to give up its potential prey despite the death of its loyal pet. The two arrived back at the circle, and another trap was triggered. It barricaded the two in the alcove in which the circle was placed, and trapped the demon and the Elf. The two battled long and hard atop the ritual circle, until the first mistake was made. The demon swung too far and exposed its back, receiving a strike from the ritual dagger into the center of the back, the blade twisting deeply. The demon dropped to one knee, growling deeply. After a moment, it swung around, its blade drawing across the abdomen of Mythor, creating a bloody gash across his stomach. Mythor fell back, and the demon leapt, bringing its blade down toward the head of Mythor. The Elf ducked and struck out, and its dagger found its target, sinking deep into the base of the neck of the creature. The Tothrezim let out a bloodied wheeze and made a weak attempt at slashing at Mythor, before falling dead atop him. The circle came to life, and the essence from the demon left the corpse, concentrated in the air above them, and shot into the body of the Elf, causing him to let out a scream. He blacked out and, when he awoke two days later, found himself back in camp, laying next to his still-unconscious brother. He and Galfaldor nursed Tarear back to health, and when he awoke, the brothers took the Hunter’s blood-oath. They swore to forever hunt the beasts until the day they died.

Left with their promise to hunt demons until they perished, the brothers set off again into the forests of Ashenvale to slay the soldiers of the Legion wherever they would be found. Their most important fights came with the resurgence of the Legion during the Third War. After the loss of the World Tree and their immortality, Mythor and his brother remained in Hyjal to slay any remaining demons and protect the area.

Skills and Abilities

Cursed Sight

Having carved out his own eyes with a ritual dagger, Mythor can no longer see as a normal Elf would. He now sees monstrous swirls of black and grey, interspersed with bright flashes of color that make it very apparent when something Fel or Necromantic is nearby. Atop that, he may see all directions around himself at all times.

Immolate

Mythor, through the power he has garnered through painful rituals, can cause himself and the air around him for several meters to ignite in a furious whirlwind of Felfire, damaging all targets in the radius.

Ignite Blade

Mythor may cause his blades to ignite, which allows them to cause fire damage and burn that which they hit.

Mana Burn

Mythor may, through his intense training, damage those who use magic by burning their Mana, and causing serious harm to them.

Drain Demon Soul

Mythor may drain the soul of a Demon in order to heal himself, and restore his strength.

Tainted Fireball

Mythor may create a ball of Felfire in his palms, with the ability to project it at a foe.

Atop these typical Demon Hunter abilities, Mythor is a highly stealthy and agile Elf. He is able to blend into his surroundings very well, becoming little more than a shadow in the forests. He is adept at various sneaking maneuvers, and can appear behind his targets at a moment’s notice to slay them from behind.