another day, another hour, another life, another death ;;

Amin khiluva lle a' gurtha ar' thar
55th day of Elen, 13021

Once, I was just as carefree and happy as any other; I was a dark-haired child, son of an esteemed Ether and a silver-haired elfess. I had begun to discover the magic of shadow and my heritage when my mother was stolen away, her life taken by vengeful claws. Spirited away by a man who claimed to be king, it wasn't long before I lost the emotion of joy.

I was a slave for many years, far too many to count. As the numbers grew, so did the cruelty of my treatment; in the great fortress under the mountain was I kept, where no-one and nothing knew my name. At last, on the verge of self-imposed death and seeking to escape the only thing I knew - I was rescued by my father, who was in turn trapped in his own prison... One of his own making. I learned of what I was and what I would become, and I fled. I ran until I could run no more, then returned to find nothing, nothing at all.

We are reunited once again. But the emotions of joy and happiness are still lost to me, as I cannot understand them. I go now into a battle to recover what I lost, but I don't know what exactly I'll be able to find. Leaving on this, one cannot help but wonder:

What comes next in a life so weary of living?

You never know until you try .


As an elven hybrid, he retains a young appearance for a very long time; and with his shadowbeast blood, even longer. Standing just a few inches under six feet, he has shoulder-length white hair and dark blue eyes, and usually wears a black tunic and breeches with dark leather boots. He wears a small pendant formed of one half of a dragon jaden, rumored to be the piece that fits his mother's' and thus very important to him. He also likes to wear bracers or wrist guards, sometimes even slim bands of black cloth or dark leather. When the weather is bad, he'll wear a black cloak with a hood that conceals his face.

In his shadowbeast form, he appears as a feathered lizard with deformed semi-hybrid wings, the edges of hooked claws and thin, tattered silver webbing just poking out from beneath ragged feathers. His plumage and scales are a medium shade of grey with deeper black markings around the claws and though he wears the same garb as normal, most is nearly shredded to ribbons on the shift. As such, he only uses this form when he's either gravely injured or in another dire situation; it is also very painful to change into.


Before the settling of his curse, Leithan was cynical and quick to anger, though more often quiet and brooding. Though he may be kind at times, it is rare and he tries to hide it; much preferring to act cold and aloof rather than have people begin to depend on him. As such, he hates depending on anyone other than himself, and fears making friends because he believes in the end, he will only lose them. He's stern and quiet, often alone, lost in thought and cursing whatever life brings. He sees many things as punishment instead of pleasure and though he excels at a great deal, he always thinks himself inadequate in many things he does.

Since his Curse of Silence, he has lost sight of the hope that he held to for many years after his saving from the clutches of the Mountain King by his father. He's able to communicate with a special crystalline tablet the mages of Godshome gave him - but the fact he can't speak at all frustrates him to no end. Among friends, he is a bit more relaxed, though still wary and tense. If a friend is threatened or in danger, he doesn't hesitate to do everything in his power to protect them, but after the fact acts bitter and would claim it was on impulse rather than any moral reasoning. When around those he dislikes or known enemies, he is always on edge. He was also prone to a thin strain of sarcasm and humorless jokes.


Being part shadowbeast, he retains the ability to control shadows to some extent, and has mastered the use of effective energy blasts using dark magic. While the more complicated uses of shadow magic elude him, he's proficient with the use of knives - usually two curved daggers with a circular hand guard around each handle - as well as a slender katana-like sword.

Recently, he's begun to have visions of the future; though this Sight is incomplete, it's proven to be a rather terrifying ability. The glimpses that he's caught have been of death and the spirits of those he once met... in a war he can never fully grasp at the full scope. This has driven him away from his friends, accompanied by only his father, Jurai.


images gathered from around the Internet to show what Leithan most looks like::

and a visual guide to his weapons and abilities::


Coding (c) Savage, edited by Blazeh!
Art (c) Ereri on ChickenSmoothie.
Other images (c) Spiral.

Leithan Windracer


name;; Leithan (elven for 'not free')
gender;; male
species;; half elf, half shadowbeast
age;; -
birthdate;; 60th day of Kelvar
height;; 5'9
hair color;; white
eye color;; semidark-ish blue
weapon of choice;; slender sword
secondary;; throwing daggers and/or small handheld knives
links;; Jurai- father. Zoso- friend.