Athri Elibar'acal

[Minuscule Evil 25]

 

Age:

 

Three hundred thirteen years of age.
 

Gender:

 

Male
 

Race:

 

Mali'thill/ Mali'aheral
 

Status:

 

Alive.

Description
 

Height:

 

Six feet, two inches.
 

Weight:

 

One hundred and fifty one pounds.
 

Body Type:

 

Slim.
 

Eyes:

 

Athri's eyes are an emerald green color.
 

Hair:

 

Silver ::: Long
 

Skin:

 

A pale, fair, gold-tinted, pure color.
 

Personality:

 

Athri is rash, impatient, easily annoyed, and defiant. He tends to not take loss very well, and is extremely arrogant. Other than that he tends to get jealous easily, and his usual expression is indifferent.

Life Style

 

Religion:

 

Atheist
 

Alliance/Nation/Home:

 

High Elves / Enclave of Haelun'or / Lin'everal
 

Job/Class:

 

Astronomer/Scientist

 

Special Skill(s):

 

Athri can drain others' void-based magic.
 

Flaw(s):

 

His personality.

Magic*

 

Arch-type:

 

Fi'hiiran'tanya
 

Sub-Division:

 

Fi'hiiran'seth
 

Rank:

 

Tier Two

 

Weakness(es):

 

Becomes fatigued easily.
 

Strength(s):

 

Can easily dispell spells of Tier One and Two Mages. 
 

Current Spell(s):

 

Void-based magic draining.
 

Biography
 

Parents:

 

Aglaron Elibar'acal and Undecided Elibar'acal
 

Siblings:

 

Naeri Elibar'acal and  Iheiu Elibar'acal
 

Children:

 

N/A
 

Extended Family:

 

Yulnii Elibar'acal - Niece

 

Undecided Elibar'acal - Sister in Law

History

 

 

A blood tulip blossomed that day, in  a place and time far far away. Its petals swirled around so that it could show off its yellow center. The petals of the tulip were soft and delicate. Soft and delicate, like the baby serpent that was born to a clan of golden owls the very same hour the tulip blossomed. Cries were heard from the home of the High Elven family that goes by the Elven name of Elibar’acal. Algaron elder of the family, held his son Athri tightly showing his immense love and happiness. The boy had a strand of silver hair coming from his head and a pair of emerald eyes that shone with innocence. His skin was fair, with a golden tint, a sign of true purity.

 

*A green mist shimmers, and all of the  inconsequential memories are skipped. The time is about one hundred years after Athri’s birth.*

 

“She’s beautiful Athri,” Delasius points out with a dazed and dreamy look.

 

Athri glances at the direction Delasius is staring at from their seat on the fine bench, dedicated to the great father Malin. He sets his eyes upon the only sentient being across from them - a mali’ame girl. He twitches as he looks back to his mali’aheral friend. Athri spits out a single sentece, hissing like a serpent. “I hope that was a jest, llir.”

 

Delasius shakes his head twice, hardly breathing as he stares.

 

Athri frowns his grey coloured eyebrows and begins to speak in a shaky voice, barely holding his fury in.“Delasius, we are mali’aheral. We keep our pure blood lineage... We have no use for our impure and semi-intelligent cousins.”

 

*The memories begin to flash through very fast, as if some of them were regretted.*

 

A very aged elf, that resembles Athri appears to be speaking to him, with dramatic expressions. Athri in turn frowns more and more after each and every word the other mali’aheral utters. The old elf continued to speak, as if giving a lesson on a certain subject, and laying down the final task.

 

*Another quick flash takes away the moment, and turns to another memory.*

 

Delasius would  be kissing the beautiful, cocoa bean colored mali’ame, and Athri would be observing them, hidden behind a dark bush, furious at his friend’s impurity.

 

*This time, a slowly and deadly mist feeds on the memory and spits out a succession of new ones. Darker ones.*

 

The back of Delasius.

 

:::

A crooked knife.

 

:::

 

A scream.

 

:::

 

Blood.

 

*A purple mist seems to take you to a more vivid, detailed, and slower memory.*

 

“A-Athri, why?” Delasius wheezed out, blood covering his chest. The ‘impure’ mali’aheral lay on the floor of a dark chamber with bottles on tables all around him. A laboratory was where Athri had taken him, so they could view an ‘experiment’.

 

Athri frowned at him, while speaking in a soft and indifferent voice. “I needed to make use of your impurity, now hold still.” Elibar’acal held out his hand, and concentrated his cold emerald eyes on his ‘friend’. Slowly he began to feed a white wisp from Delasius’ mouth into a tear of dimensions, leading to the void. Delasius’ wheezing eventually ceased, and the tear was closed after the white wisp entered it.

 

A slow clapping could be heard in the back of the chamber, as Athri’s eyes lit up with a new and dangerous power.

 

*A hammer’s bang is heard as a new memory shimmers into being.*

 

“Athri Elibar’acal. You and your family are hereby banished from Malinor, from today until the end of Aegis! You have been found guilty of first degree murder, and your family has been found guilty of conspiring with you against Delasius Inge of the High Elves. You have disgraced our kind and the mali’aheral race with your crimes against Malin. You will now be escorted out of the region forever. Should you be found in Malinor again, you will be killed on sight.”

 

A tall elf standing on a podium watches Athri, the aged elf, and a beautiful blonde elf. He gestures for two guards to escort them out, but the family leaves on their own without any expression on their faces.

 

*A piercing banshee-like scream invades your ears as a terrible scene before you un-folds.*

 

An inferno is before which would have previously been a tent. A blonde screaming mali’aheral lady run from the burning tent, and falls dead in front of a dark robed man.

 

“Disgusting creatures, thinking they can take our magic away,” he utters silently, kicking at her face.

 

Another man with a white mask on his face appears. “This was only one of them, the threat still remains. We must hunt them down before they retaliate.”

 

*Another succession of memories flash through your mind, though they are unfinished and extremely vague.. *

 

“I miss mother.”

 

:::

 

“Magic is a danger to our purity and safe-”

 

:::

 

“We are magic’s bane. We are Elibar’acal!”

 

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