Ithillien

Information

Player: Drust

Character Full Name: Ithillien Nightblade

Character In-Game Name: Ithillien Nightblade

Nickname(s): n/a

Association(s): Darnassus

Race: Night elf

Class: Warrior

Age: 420

Sex: Male

Hair: Blue with a long ponytail

Eyes: Silver

Weight: 100kg's

Height: 6'7

Appearance

Usual Garments/Armor: He is usually dressed in leather, but in a rare occasion you may see him in plate.

Other: He has a scar going from his right eye to his right ear, he usually has a lot of bruises and scarring, although it's mainly internal damage.

Personality

Ithillien is a wierd Kaldorei, he's always smiling and treating everything like a game, even though he's an adult he still seems like a kid inside, he tries to ignore the bad things and when friends bring it up he tries to either make the better of it or change the subject completely. He's always trying to look up and seems to spend most of his time appreciating life and stopping to view the little things. When things get down he usually looks for fights. But doesn't force it on anyone. He tries not to provoke and more to offer a fight. He tries to always use his abilities for good and when he finds a good reason to fight, he'll jump to it head first.

History

Ithillien grew up in Astraanar as a child, he was son to Soran and Nirina. He was a very enclosed kid, his parents kept him inside a lot, not allowing him to play with the other kids or grab some fresh air, he felt restricted and confined to his own home. When he became the age of 150 it changed, his mother became ill and was bedridden, his father had lost interest in him and was devoting all his time to Ithilliens mother. Ithillien didn't mind too much, he finally got to leave home and explore the town and forest around him. However as quick as things looked up, they started looking down again.

He was exploring the forest when a pack of 3 nightsabers came out and jumped him. Ithillien stood there frozen in fear, suddenly he took off, running the opposite direction he came. He ran fast. But not fast enough, a saber caught up and tackled him to the ground, clawing at him, it managed to cut a deep scar from is right eye to his ear. Ithillien let out a chilling scream of pain as it echoed through the forest. He lay there writhing, all he thought about was death. Suddenly, an arrow goes whizzing past him. The saber jumps off him and growls before taking off. He then see's a few night elves from the village running after it, taking no notice to Ithillien. Ithillien stood up slowly, staring silently into nothing in shock. He then slowly made his way home. Even when he got home his heart was still pounding. But he realized something, he felt the taste of freedom, for once in his life he felt excitement, it made him happy.

Ithillien hit the age of 200, for 50 years his father had taken care of his mother, but her illness seemed to be getting worse, some days she would be fine and the next she would not be able to leave the confines of her room. Finally one day she could take no more, his mother let out that last exhale of breath and finally joined Elune.

Ithilliens father was ruined, his father soon withdrew from the town, not speaking to anyone. Ithillien stayed silent and kept with his father for a bit. Each day was like the next, silent and sad as his father just sat around the house looking at pictures of his dead wife. His father soon neglected to take care of Ithillien. He began to starve as food was not prepared, he forgot what it was like to have a family. All that love and protection he once knew was gone. Ithillien felt like his father was too busy staying in the past to remember him. So one day he left. Ithillien still thinks his father hasn't noticed yet... His father is probably still sitting on that bed right now, just staring at her picture.

Ithillien hit the age of 250. When he left his fathers house 50 years ago, it wasn't long until he was picked up by a sentinel. They asked him who his family was, Ithillien just replied he had none. So they sent him to an orphanage. In the years there Ithillien built a reputation for himself. The children there did not have much to do. It was a poor orphanage where they were, no toys. Not a lot of games, the matrons never really watched the children in the day so the kids could really do what they want. So Ithillien decided to start fights. He used to set them up, they we're planned always.

It started one day when he was bored. He sat there as the kids moved into their own separate social groups. One of the groups had a bully in it. This kid was the one who was feared and got what he wanted. Ithillien walked up to him one day and decided to pick a fight. After that first punch was thrown, the bully countered. Ithillien was knocked out cold. Funny, the matrons actually noticed and took him to the first aid person on duty. When Ithillien awoke he cringed in pain. But that cringe soon turned into a smile. When he finally recovered and re entered the orphanage, kids seemed more rough. It seemed that small little outbreak caused something. Kids seemed to be standing up for themselves now and fights beame more and more common. After a few years of living there the new pasttime for the kids in the orphanage was who could win a brawl. However they never went too far, since they were still young they tried not to draw blood or cause any major internal damage. This faze however only lasted a few years. Soon the matrons caught on and the kids had to return to their usual state.

280, Ithillien was still living in the orphanage, every now and then, when he had spare time, he would withdraw from the crowd of friends and just sit there dwelling on the past. He had one friend by the name of Trelian. Trelian was the only kid left who enjoyed a good brawl and couldn't stop. Ithillien and Trelian found an area out of the line of sight of matrons and the kids. They would usually go there when life got them down and spar. They tried their best to do more internal damage so that the matrons wouldn't be able to notice. Soon enough sparring became a drug to Ithillien. Whenever he felt down he'd head to that place with Trelian and they would let it all out.

At the age of 340, Trelian had left. He had his own things to do. Ithillien decided to stay for a bit longer. But it didn't last too long. He felt out of it, he tried to get into his old routine but couldn't, is mind kept drifting back to the past. Soon enough he left the orphanage, heading to Auberdine. There he took a boat, journeying around for a while. He stopped in the town of booty bay, where he would participate in daily brawls, making money on the side. Ithillien never always lived well, if the brawls didn't go well he would be stuck in one place for a while, in the rain. Sometimes even begging for food from bystanders.

One day, in one of his brawls. There was a man watching. Wasn't different from any other person in the room. Ithillien finished the fight. Bruised... As always. He took his money and went to leave, when the man finally approached him. He said that he was always looking for fresh fighters and that Ithillien could be one of them. He asked if Ithillien ever wielded a sword. Ithillien said he didn't. The man then offered to give him lessons in the blade. To turn him into a warrior. Ithillien refused walking off and back into the streets of booty bay. He stayed out in the cold that night. His fights were failing again and his income from them was dipping. Through the night, the man appeared. He gave him the same offer. But this time offered money aswell. Telling him that if he learned how to use a blade. He would have more opportunities to make money in the world. Ithillien finally accepted and his training began.

Ithillien hit 400. When his training began years ago he was one of the most inexperienced students there. Even though he has had years of fighting experience, the other trainees there seemed way more experienced then him. For a few years he was beaten down. Sometimes he wasn't able to show up for training because he had taken a beating too harsh. However after years of training he finally learned how to use a blade with precision. He spent a while training as a warrior. He actually spent longer then all the other trainee's, even when he learned all he could, he stayed to fight the new recruits and keep himself occupied. But that didn't last long. He finally left... Or... Got kicked out, he spent so much time there that the teachers just couldn't handle him. He offered to be a teacher himself. But they declined, they had enough of those. So there he was again. Out in the cold. It wasn't long until he found a few mercenary jobs. He soon began to make a good income of money and was able to stay in inn's.

He is now 420. Ithillien is still travelling the world, looking for jobs and fights to occupy his mind. He is still looking to improve himself, even though it looks like he has done enough.