Ithilungwë

This is my newest character. Please note that the bio can be a bit to some people. So I'll say it's meant to be read by people over 13. It's not thta there's violence or sexual references....but if you read it in a pervertid way it may sound like that (see that it was only a transformation ritual). Ok...on to the character details!


Name: Ithilungwë (people call him Ithil, because it’s easier)
Age: 18
Race: Hylian / Vampire
Sex: Male
Hair: Dark and long
Eyes: Black
Weight: 59kg
Height: 1m 72cm

Weapon: Two large silver katanas with golden effects.

Strengths: Manage really well the katanas, can fly with his wings, uses dark magic, can use hypnosis and is also intelligent. He can see perfectly in the dark. For more strengths see Ithilungwë’s skills.

Weakness: Light attacks, weapon hits that he can’t defend, his wings are very fragile, so he must look out for powerful magic or weapon attacks that can perforate his wings. Note that these attacks can only hurt or make Ithilungwë weaker, because he is already dead. The only thing that can kill him is a silver stake)

Skills/Magic: Ithilungwë has two forms, his hylian form and his vampire form.

Vampire form-- (only transforms at night)
Dark wings: two skin-wings emerge from his back, making him able to fly. The wings are very fragile, so they can be perforated with ease, by weapons or magic. The wings depend of the blood drinking that Ithilungwë did.

Hypnosis: He can hypnotize anyone, normally to obtain information. Though, he tries not to use this, because he thinks is unfair (unless if the person is an enemy) and because he can only do this with the full and new moon.

Red Teeth: Ithilungwë can cause serious damage with a single bite in his opponent. This often causes dizziness, but is rare for him to use this attack.

Dark Magic: he can use dark magic in his vampire form and in his hylian form (see in hylian form)

Blood Drinking: The bad part of his vampire form is that every two night he needs to drink blood from something. It can be a person or and animal, still, this doesn’t necessarily mean that the person is going to become a vampire. To make a person vampire obeys to a different kind of ritual. If Ithilungwë doesn’t drink blood his wings won’t appear, and he will feel exhausted (the maximum he can take is three days without drinking blood, after that he will become terribly sick).

Hylian Form--
Katana attack: he can manage the two katanas well, and normally attacks with the two at once. The can create a black shield around the katanas to make them more powerful, meaning that they can be more strong, going to scratching deeply a rock (but not cutting the stone in two, notice). Ithilungwë uses the katanas in his vampire form also.

Dark Magic: Ithilungwë is still learning the spells of dark magic, that he so passionately reads and practice about.
Darkness Ball: Ithilungwë can create a ball made of total darkness. It gives terrible pain in the part where it hits or you stop to feel that part.

Night sky: Makes his opponent temporarily blind.

Dark wall: He creates a dark magic wall around him protecting him from spells. It can’t protect from weapon attacks.


Personality: Ithilungwë is a very quiet and meditative person. He prefers to stay in a library studying his magic books, than being outdoors. Still, he dedicates quite sometime in the katana fighting. He is romantic, but his past problems made him nervous about love. He does not fear death, because he already died. Ithil is not very strong, so he depends more in is intelligence, which is why he trains it a lot, by reading and meditating and his magic.

Appearance: Ithilungwë has long, dark hair and dark eyes. His skin is very white for he does not like sun very much. He uses a black tunic around him and normally covers his face with the hood. He has thin hands. Not many people think he is attractive and commonly fear him when they meet.
In his vampire form, Ithilungwë grows two black, skinny wings on his back. His eyes turn red and his canines grow a bit.

History: Ithilungwë was, as usual, sitting in his library studying his dark magic books. He lived with his mother in this huge mansion. They were the richest family in the town. He had a huge library in the mansion, with books since his old, old ancestors’ magicians, alchemist and others. While his mother invited all the other rich families to great parties, Ithil preferred exile in his quite and simply favourite place. His long studies (he was now 18 years-old) grant him a good relation with the dark arts, that so many people despite or fear.
It was late night and he started to hear laughter in the living-room.
«And there are my mom friends again. Can’t they make less noise, there’s a person in here trying to read. » Thought Ithil annoyed with the interruption.
He went down-stairs to the living and so her mother with another girl .She was dressed in long and blue dress. She has these blue, gorgeous eyes which captivate him when they laid on him.
«Oh there you are darling! I want you to meet someone! Ithil this is Úmeä. Úmeä this is Ithil» she introduced.
«It’s a pleasure to meet you my lady» he kissed the girls ands and felt them cold.
«Pleasure» she touched his face. «You are prettier than I thought.» she smiled to Ithil’s mother.
«Isn’t she a nice girl Ithil?»
«So this is where my mother pretends to achieve. She is trying again to marry me. This time I’ll do her game, just for fun» she thought «Yes mother. Úmeä is as the beauty of the moon»
«I see you are romantic. Do you wish to accompany me to my carriage? It’s starting to get late and I still have lots of things to do at my house. I’m sorry Lady Juryä, don’t mean to sound impolite, but you know how it is a life of a lady like me.»
«You weren’t impolite at all Úmeä. Good idea Ithil, accompany this nice lady to her carriage. Send compliments to your mother Úmeä!»
«I will. Come Ithil.»
The two of them walked around the gardens talking for a long time. Ithilungwë started to gain a comfortable feeling around Úmeä. He felt that he could talk ages with her. She felt attracted by her. All he could smell was her brown hair. All he could hear was her soft voice. And all he could see was her hypnotic eyes.
When they got to the carriage she asked gently:
«Could we meet again?»
«Yes Úmeä» they say goodbye to each other, and Ithil went back home.
A month passed and Ithil spent each day with Úmeä. They got really and Juryä was very happy, knowing that finally he son would marry. At the end of the month Úmeä was walking with Ithil in the gardens of the house when she suddenly kissed Ithil in the mouth.
He blushed and Úmeä asked a question that he expected to make, still didn’t have courage:
«Do you want to marry me Ithil?» they kissed again.
He couldn’t say no, for he felt so in love with her, so they both ran to the house and gave the news to Ithil’s mother, which was terribly happy after that.
The wedding was a lovely ceremony. There were families from everywhere and each one talked of Ithil and Úmeä like they were their friends since ever.
After the wedding they went to Úmeä’s house to celebrate the happiest day of their lives, as Ithil said.
They entered the house kissing and hugging. Ithil was feeling something that he never felt before. He felt in love, but then again he sense danger in that house, and that he should be in alert.
They went to the bedroom.
The kissing stopped momentarily to take place another talk.
«Úmeä! That’s an interesting name. That means evil is it not?»
«Yes, in fact that’s true. And your name means Dark Moon if I’m not mistaken.»
«It’s correct» he smiled, thinking that sometimes the names don’t have anything in common with the person, and that Úmeä was a perfect example of that. How cold a thing so pretty has her could have an evil name? Totally impossible!
«How ironic…»
«Why do you say that?»
«My name and yours have so much in common. Dark Moon referring to the Dark Magic and to your own destiny»
«Wha- What do you mean by that?»
She passed her hand in front of Ithilungwë’s eyes and he entered a deep trance.
«Come with me»
He felt betrayed and angry with himself for not listening to his instinct.
He tried to run away, but Úmeä was no controlling his body, he was a puppet of her will and he had to do everything she ordered.
Both entered a dark room with candle illumination, which gave the room a terror movie aspect.
She ordered Ithil to open his arms and kneel before her and so he did.
She move away Ithil’s hair and touched his neck feeling it.
«You have a good neck, strong blood you know»
She lit up more candles and Ithil so the horror of the room.
In the walls there were chained women and men, young and old with blood dripping from their necks.
This image wondered for ever in Ithil’s dreams.
«Oh! You're asking why these people are doing here?» she read his thoughts for he could not speak.«Simple my dear husband, a vampire needs to be feed and the only way to do so is in the drinking of other people’s blood. Disgusting you say? I think you’ll feel different when this becomes part of your survival» she laughed and it was then that Ithil understood his fate, he was to become a vampire.
She jumped at him totally different that the Úmeä he knew a month ago. She had blood-red eyes, his teeth were long and pointy, not to mention the big wings she had on her back.
She kissed him in the neck and started to touch his skin. Ithil was terrified, but was still in love with that women, he began to make noises, only noises. Terror noises, despair noises and pleasure noises, all mixed up. In his head passed million thoughts but he couldn’t leave that room, not until the spell was broken.
«Do you want to be a vampire darling» she asked
He nodded by her will, not by his.
She opened her mouth and craved her teeth on his flesh.
He yelled as much has his lungs could take.
He stopped feeling his neck, his arms, his legs and finally his head. He passed out, but his body was still active. Ithil’s eyes turned blank and his mouth still yelled in pain, while his hands tried to grab the floor ‘till the pain stopped.
His teeth grew and so did two black wings on his back. Finally his body went back to normal and Ithil felt on the floor unconscious.
Úmeä hold Ithilungwë in her arms and placed him on a bed.
Three days after the transformation that he went trough he shrieked and woke up.
Úmeä opened the door.
«Finally you woke up! I was beginning to worry»
«With what?» he remembered everything, that night, the bodies, the bite. «What did you do to me?» he yelled.
«No need to be all angry»
«Are you playing with me? You bit me and you keep dead bodies on your house. Isn’t this a reason to be yelling at you?»
«Hey do you yell at animals when they kill a bird to eat? I kill these people to survive»
«Survive!» he laughed in disapproval «Who are you really?»
«I thought you were smarter than that but, oh well» she shrugged her shoulders «I’m a vampire and so are you»
«WHAT?»
«Vampires are dead people that see their souls stuck on their bodies, so they have no heart beat, still they continue to be active on Earth. To keep themselves active on Earth they need to feed of other people’s blood, to keep their body moving. That’s why I have those people in the dungeons.»
«It’s still inhuman!»
«I am inhuman! I’m dead…and you should stop saying things like that if you want me to feed you. You have to work for me now to get your food» she smiled.
«NEVER! I can perfectly survive without drinking human blood» only imagining that made him shiver.
«We’ll see that!» she closed the door.
After two days she went back to Ithil’s room.
He had sweat all over him and was raving. His eyes were far open seeing things that weren’t there. All he could say was:
«Blood, I need blood. Please, please feed me. I’ll do whatever you want!»
«Good!» thought Úmeä to herself and led him to the dungeons where she thought Ithil to feed himself.
Day after day, Ithil did whatever he was told to do and at night he received his payment. Úmeä also approved that he could practice his magic and sword fighting after all the work done.
One day he was in one room and saw some weaponry. There were stakes, swords, bows, spears, katanas and all types of weapons.
«These must be weapons that the villagers used to kill her, the same villagers that are in the dungeons» he thought «I could use the stake when she’s unprepared and take this katanas for auto protection, if I’m planning to escape this horrific place! I’ll go back to my mother.»
That night Úmeä called him saying that she brought fresh blood.
He went to the room and, for all his nightmares, he saw his mother dead.
His rage possessed him. He ran to the weaponry room, grabbed a silver stake and stabbed her in her heart. This was so fast that Úmeä couldn’t use her magic to save herself. She screamed and turned into dust.
He took out the two katanas of the weaponry room and left the house crying.
He wondered in the streets, without place to go and things to do. He didn’t had no future…he was dead!

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