"The shadow of the Phoenix is my name, gliding on black wings to bring death's flame."
➸ Thimryl Len'Lavian ➸
➸ Details
Race: Hytori
Sex: Male
Age: 25
Height: 6' 2"
Weight: 195
Birthdate: 29th of Ash, Year 99, Age of Steel
Birthplace: Limánia, Silfanore
Profession: Soldier of the Harbinger Company
Housing: Harbinger Company Barracks, deme Hinya, Silfanore
Partners: None at the moment
Titles: N/A
Allegiences:
- Sol'Valen
Fluencies: Mythrasi, Common
Conversationals: None
Ineptitudes: Vallenor, Silandris
➸ Appearance
- Thimryl is built like an adonis, as he is well-developed for his youthful age. Working within the Trade labor and loading/unloading cargo does a body real good. His athletic frame is durable from wrestling matches or seeing who can do the most push-ups among his siblings. His frame is that of mesomorphic build, sporting wide shoulders, a narrow waist, and a naturally muscular abdomen, arms and legs. His face is symmetrically oval accented by the piercing color of his opal green eyes and well-groomed hair that he keeps a naturally short curly fashion. He is always wearing his hair curly and short as it's easier to manage during the Searing seasons. His skin like most hytori is sun blessed and even tone but holds its radiance like most do, and his hair though dark always has a hue of golden shimmer when hit by the light.
Runes of Magic
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➸ Personality
- Thimryl has an aloof yet hardworking personality as a result of his upbringing, leading him to often be the responsible one within his group.
Thimryl is as calculating and cunning as the ravens he has become so fond of. He can carefully see the real situation at hand, allowing him to follow through with any task with little to no complications. He is extremely perceptive and able to quickly recognize the patterns and mistakes that others make, as he likes to people watch.
In battle, he tends to gauge his opponent{s} to see what they are capable of and once enough information is gathered, formulates a plan to defeat them. However, his care for his realm and his devoted love of the Phoenix King are the backbone of his fighting drive, as he would sacrifice just about anything to protect them thus making him a reliable warrior despite his cunning front and a fierce opponent. Underneath an aloof demeanor, Thimryl has a kind heart, which sometimes comes to bite him in the ass.
In the face of conflict, Thimryl has the uncommon ability to shun all emotions which many have attested to becoming unsettled by this, thinking three to four steps ahead to seize control of the situation. Coupled with his pick up on most things relatively fast, his detached emotional state is perhaps his greatest asset. Despite his physical appearance, Thimryl has very high durability, from his youth helping load and unload cargo.
- Things I Like:
- The Phoenix King| Singing| The Arts| Birds
What Pisses Me Off:- Blasphemers| Solunarium| Cult of Mending| Being abandoned| Impulsive Decisions
My Virtues:- Loyal| Perceptive| Charismatic| Determined
My Detriments:- Prideful| Zealous| Vain
➸ History
- Thimryl was born in the deme Limánia.. He grew up as a child of a trading company family, as it was what put food on the table and kept us fed. He was never fond of busy work, always under his father's wing trying to learn everything he could in order to better himself, mimicking the man down to the letter. Among all of his siblings, Thimryl found himself to be the black sheep of his brothers and sisters. A more reserved and patient child he rarely spoke unless it was on the subject of something that excited him, like birds and magic, rather than the usual things that kids his age were infatuated with, which only served to alienate him from those of his own age group.
That being said he would never back down from the neighborhood bullies despite being beaten every time he defended himself. His mother saw this self-determination and sought to focus that resolve, teaching him the basics of self-defense, as a way to center his focus and teach him discipline. Though an aloof child, life for him wasn't all bad. He was educated and taught how to mind his manners and behave like all the others his age in Limánia. Most of all he was taught the love and tender mercy of the Phoenix King whom he admired.
The one thing he wanted most in his life was to serve the Phoenix King, to be seen in the eyes of his majesty or any of the Princes for that matter. This admiration is what first spurred him to take up martial skills. He would spend hours on end practicing with the one weapon he could find, an old broadsword that hadn't been used since mother's days as a soldier. Day in and day out he would practice and train, trying to better learn how to wield such a weapon. His parents took note of that devotion, and when he found himself of particular skill with the weapon, his mother gifted him with the rune of Reaving. She encouraged the warrior spirit in her child and initiated him into the magic. A clash between mother and child was a spectacle for the whole family, as his siblings were surprised he had a warrior's heart in him.
By the end of the day, he stood victorious as a reaver, his pact weapon dematerializing into him. From that day on he trained with his siblings and mother as they journeyed on the trade ship the family owned. Within the next few years, Thimryl found a new passion, as when he wasn't practicing his swordsmanship and sharpening his skill, he was listening to the many singers of the different ports he would visit. He found a love for singing as it reminded him of the pleasant songs birds would sing. He was 21 by this time and because he family's trading was seeing a boom in business he didn't have much time to visit the taverns and hear the bards sing.
To alleviate this his father introduced him to the rune of Traversion. This initiation was the hardest, as Thimryl could finally fly like the birds he was so fond of. His father had warned him of the dangers and in order to find his way back, Thimryl's father began to sing like a bird, mimicking the sounds knowing that his son would pick up on them and find his way back. After nearly losing himself to the aetherium, Thimryl was able to return and was a Traverser when the sun rose. With a new magic under his belt and feeling like he could make it on his own, he set out for the Capital, to join the military and serve at the pleasure of the princes of Sol'Valen.
