-= The Thar Legacy: Iatrilemar Elervathar =-

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-= The Legacy of the Thar Bloodline =-

-= Iatrilemar Elervathar =-

 

 

 

 

Basic Information

 

Nicknames: Iat, The Caretaker, The Lynx

Age:  He was 16 when he left Aegis. He looks

to be 18-20 in appearance.

Gender: Male

Race: High Elf, Mali’aheral

 

Description

( A more natural-looking piece done by a friend  and pixel art by me)

 

Height: Just over 6’

Weight: ~140lbs

Body Type: Small, wiry Frame & Slim figure but

incredibly well toned muscle definition for

his petite size.

Eyes: A stark aqua blue.

Hair: Wavy, curly white hair.

Markings/Tattoos: A faint scar of an Ouroboros

on his left palm. Indistinct, small scars on his back.

Personality: Iat is socially awkward but means well. The times he is abrasive are not out

of spite but out of the lack of ability to read social cues. He is narcissistic to a fault and thus

is often seen as shallow or even child-like. Apart from this he offers a great amount of wisdom

and holds a subtle but enormous power behind his words. He is often quiet and tends to say too

much when he does speak. More than anything he yearns for adventure and action in

his life. He despises sitting around and often battles with boredom. When tending to his own

people, the mali’aheral, he takes on a much more Empirical nature and often chastises them

for the little things. He believes that all mali’aheral should be continually striving for progression

in all aspects of their lives and thus holds them to a much higher standard than all other

races who he comes off as quite nice to.

 

Life Style

 

Alignment: Nuetral. Perhaps neutral good

Deity: Iat believes that deities do exist and finds it silly when

people deny that fact. However he simply sees deities as beings that

have gotten a head start in accruing power and thus should are

not figures that should be worshiped. The Creator, on the other hand,

is a complete myth in his eyes.

Alliance/Nation/Home: Haelun’or. Order of Magi

Title(s): Maheral/Malaurir. The Lynx. Archmage of Arcanism. Arcane Mage

Special Skill(s): He has two special skills that are non-magical. The first

is a skill he has had much longer than he has had any magic. He is an

experienced acrobat. His other notable skill is his designing skills, specifically

in interior decorating.

Flaw(s): He suffers from paranoia but trusts his friends to a fault. He is narcissistic.

He can suffer from mental outbreaks and sometimes cannot control his magic.

He has never slain any mortal descendant and thus tends to avoid absolute domination in combat.

 

 

 

Magic

 

Current Status: Arcane Prodigy. Not only reinventing an entire lost art but simultaneously

discovering another. He is described as a true “Void Mage.” Meaning his magic is more

connected to the actual concept of the void.

Arch-type: Arcane

Sub-Type: Arcanism, Voidal Shifting, Voidal Translocation, Warding

Rank: #1 Arcanist t5, Voidal Shifting t5, Voidal Translocation t4, Warding t3

Weakness(es): He cannot outright block mental magics or anti-magic.

Strength(s): He has two “forms” one is tank-mage where he focuses mainly on

supporting himself and his allies with his mastery of shielding. The other is

mobility-mage. Iat is rather quick, doesn’t carry much weight and has a combination

of quickly casted spells that allow him to lay down impressive firepower while evading

oncoming attacks. Along with this he stores a variety of true weaponry that while he is not

a master of he can access should he need.

 

Weaponry

 

Fighting Style: With actual weaponry he uses shortswords.

Trained Weapon: Shortsword. He is rather bad in other weapons.

 

His Story

 

Spoiler

 

 

Iatrilemar was born in Aegis and unlike those who came after him he was not as fortunate in his initial circumstances. His parents, both following the lessons of Larihei, split from rest of the elves along with

the rest of the Thar family. However somewhere among the chaos that the Undead brought, the family was scattered and in instances were thought to be hunted. The Thar family worked on the basis that they could ascend to the level of deity if they accrued enough magical power and thus through several generations of selective breeding attempted to craft a truly flawless being. If they could create this being then the centuries of research and careful steps forward would be justified . The ending result, or rather where the families initial goal came to a halt, was with the birth of Iatrilemar.

 

His birth meant two things. The death of his mother and the introduction of an arcane prodigy. Without proper medical treatment, the late Mrs. Elervathar passed away shortly after the brutality that is elven child-birth. The child, born with aqua-blue gems for eyes, entered a decaying age in Aegis. The late Mr. Elervathar slowly passed on some of the family teachings, though he would have left out much of the knowledge around the mali’aheral culture and instead instilled his own virtues into the boy.

Hope. Beauty. Courage.

 

Their time together lasted much shorter than it should have but Aegis was dying and it’s inhabitants with it. Iat’s father grew ill, perhaps from age, illness, or even heartbreak from the loss of his love and family. The Thar legacy rested solely on the shoulders of a young elf, no older than 8 years old. A hand held tightly slowly slipped away, dropping with the last breath of his father. The passing left this child alone in an unforgiving world that would surely come to swallow him whole. The secluded cottage the family had retreated to had now become a shallow shack, with two stones resting to the side. Should a child of 8 bury his father?

 

It was nothing more than sheer luck that the boy continued to live. Months after his father’s passing lead him to the brink of starvation and while the surrounding forest once flourished with fresh fruit the winter came, shearing the leaves and produce from the wooden stalks. Shivering under mounds of sheets, no fire to warm him, the elven child waited patiently to rejoin his family. Often wondering about his distant relatives. Had they achieved the Thar Legacy?

 

His luck continued and where others may have screamed and run or attempted to fight back, there stood an emaciated elven boy with stark white curls looking vertically up towards the stoic gaze of an elderly Orc. No words were spoke from the beast as he wandered forcefully into the cottage to immediately lite a fire. For whatever reason this Orc, who remained mute for the entirety of their relationship, decidedly took care of the boy and where his father taught him social skills and his lineage the Orc took on the duty of teaching him more practical skills. For a few years this went on and soon Iat could fend for himself albeit he would not neglect the company of the Orc.

 

He never learned his name, or where he came from or why he took care of him. All that he knew was that the Orc who came years before was a true Hero. Eventually the Undead tides washed through the sanctuary they had occupied. The forests burned with unwavering fires and it soon came to be that cottage was surrounded by a regime of Undead slavers. The Orc could have ran. He could have made an escape from the cottage. Instead he hid the boy and stood his ground. As he rushed from the cottage with nothing but a crudely-worn battleax Iat laid under the bed, not knowing that he would never see his caretaker again.

The fires eventually caught up to the cottage and as thick, miasma-like smoke filled the home and charred boards crumbled to the floor the boy slowly crawled, hoping to find his friend victorious just on the other side of the door. However the door was blocked from the outside, some of the rubble pressing against it. As the cottage continued to crumble Iat struggled to find an exit, only narrowly escaping by kicking through a weathered plank of wood, before the entirety of the roof crashed down, engulfing the rest of the room in a vibrant blaze.

 

As he rounded the house back to the front door, the flames the only light in the pitch-black night, the frame of the Orc eventually revealed itself. Pressed against the front door, the enormous and valiant Hero had saved him again. Only this time luck would play a trick on Iat for as he reached for his slain companion his feeble frame was plucked from the ground and quickly dragged into the darkness. The sight of the burning cottage, slowly engulfing the Orc slowly bled away from his vision and with a hit to the head he was gone, lost in a sea of nothing.

 

He was captured and enslaved by the Undead. Brought to the blighted keep on Snowy Fields, Iatrilemar spent years in their service. Both torture and ridicule lessened his outlook on life. They used him as they fool, their play-toy for their demented amusement. Night after night he spent curled in a stone-cell, reflecting on his short life and how great it would have been if he had simply died with his parents or even with the Orc. Lacerations ricocheted across his back and his wiry frame looked as though it belonged to a ghost. Occasionally he would find his reflection in the feeble amount of water provided to him, unable to recognize what they had made him.

 

Luck followed the boy wherever he went, and wherever he continued to be. By the age of 16  he had spent over a third of this life in chains, and in dire need of a miracle. The Ascended answered his call. They laid siege to the Undead Keep and eventually drove the Undead out long enough to rescue one of their own Sages. Consequently they also released Iatrilemar from his enslavement and brought him with them to the cloud temple. This brief interaction burned into his memory like a beacon of pure light. Most of all if not for the Sages he would have been left in Aegis while the realm was evacuated. They gave him another chance at life and as he entered the Verge, and eventually Asulon, he came to reflect upon his struggle as a test of his will. He was weak. He was unable to fight for his own freedom. From this Iat grew resolved in what he would do with his life. He wouldn’t follow the Thar Legacy and continue to search for the heir. He was the Legacy. He was the heir.

 

Thus bred consequential narcissistic ideals and an unwavering willpower to become more than he could have ever imagined. His time in Asulon was spent gaining basic knowledge, and for the most part enjoying his new-found freedom. It wasn’t until Anthos that he came to be known as a prodigy.

 

Within the confines of Lin’evaral among other similar elfs, Iat eventually developed surreal affinity for the arcane unlike anything seen since the time of the first Arcane Mage. With his initial connection to the void a new era of arcane was born. Arcane Shielding was what he called his art and within years he became a bulwark, a bastion among not just the mali’aheral but the entire realm. It wasn’t long before he developed more from the lost Arcane art and with new-found power he became both respected as a mage but also feared as a subtle strategist.

 

With the shifting of realms time seemed to pass by, years by years, just from blinking his eyes. Had his nature not been inherently good or even corrupted by the Undead back in Aegis he would have been amongst the most formidable foes the descendents would meet. However he had a strong wanting to protect and shield his fellow descendents from the soul-crushing experiences he had suffered through. His back still laced with scars, the lashes creating uneven variations in his skin, was something he held with pride. They told a story and his story was the most beautiful to him.

 

 

Eventually he ascended to the title of Maheral and has since been known to be Empirical in nature. Perhaps the kindest emperor to ever grace the elven lands, Iatrilemar was a beacon of purity amongst the mali’aheral and while his true power came from the unmatchable prowess from arcane arts those who looked to him followed his words as if they were absolute law. In this bout of absolutism the elf, still a meager 20 years old in appearance, used his power to avert political plots from friend and foe alike, asserting his dominance in more ways than one.

 

 

 

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It's not short sword, it's katana!!!

 

please

don't take this seriously.