Thanatos of Yfir

Thanatos of Yfir

## Description

Thanatos of Yfir is the current Lord Commander to the Adventurer's Guild; He was also the previous heir to the Yfir High Lords

He now acts as a proxy to Renata Blaiddyd, standing in for the Round Table of Gaia and certain ambassadorial duties in her stead.

## Appearance

Standing at a staggering height, Thanatos is a broad shouldered man with red blonde, sometimes appearing as brown, hair. His eyes is extremely crimson, and his usual sharp, tired gaze complements them. His extremely pale skin creates the illusion of him being more slim than he actually is. His hair length is constantly changing since it grows back in abnormally short periods of time. He wears a red body suit from up to his mouth and torso, covering everything from to his nose and downwards. The edges of his collar, abdomen, and cape is decorated by gold patterns, Although it looks and acts like an ornamental piece of armour, it is not intended to be so according to Thanatos. This design complements his golden crown, which isn't very traditional and is minimalistic. He often wears clothing in extremely dark shades of red with a single glove that does not cover his thumb.

## Personality

As a young man, Thanatos was a quarrelsome blazeborn. Thanatos was quick to take offense, slow to forgive, and fearsome in his wrath. He was a rigid, hard, and unbending man. He preferred fire and steel over diplomatic actions. Although he had many companions throughout his youth, he lacked true friends for the majority of his existence. Perhaps that was one of the reason for his own exile. He lived for wars, tournaments, and battles, becoming one of the youngest and greatest gladiator of his time. But he was also a stiff**,** brutal man who craved violence, death, and absolute control over what he considered his own. His savagery in the field and his harshness toward defeated enemies was frequently remarked upon.

After his exile from his own motherland, Thanatos became curious about life in the Overworld. He learned information about the strange dimension by "befriending" a wide variety of Origins. Eventually, he lived day by day in adventure, spanning over years and years not staying in any one place for too long. Unfortunately, nothing good lasts forever, and he soon abandoned his curiosity for his previous hot-headedness.

## Backstory

In the fiery pits of molten magma and dangerous flames of beasts flaring to get its fang onto one’s bones and flesh, a civilization thrived. It’s only reason for creation is to build the greatest warriors the Netherworld has to offer. Eons of evolution brought forth beings immune to fire, that bathe in lava, and controlled its heat. Holding the whole Nether’s symbol in its fingertips, the Blazeborns. The Yfīr have given this Blazeborn tribe masters of Blaze, their ability to cast fire. And their youngest member, named Thanatos. He showed cruelty in the very moment he held a blade. Yet, as he grew, it was undeniable, with every weapon he wielded and words he commanded, he was indeed an Yfīr. Blazeborns are beings of fire and the most, closest embodiment of the sun. Yet, the farthest. The Dark netherworld’s light only came from the deepest pits of magma, capable of forming castles of obsidian. As he faced the most fearsome of warriors, rare beasts and the most mystical of wither monsters, Thanatos held their blade against even to those whom they held close to. He had everything, and nothing. “The Netherworld in all its glory, is nothing but a thin fragile layer of quartz, hiding above thick obsidian.” He declared in its ruins. “Your own cowardice and arrogance,” as he was laid down to be executed by his own kin and race. “—will be your own enemy.”

Exiled and defiled.

Overthrown by his own kind and blood. His Family.

Thanatos was tossed over the Overworld, for the first time, touching the green grassy fields and feeling the pain inflicting his skin as he laid his first touch on the sea water. He held the only thing left close to him, his sword and his waraxe. Wanderless and aimless as they venture a land unknown. The howl of the wolves over the full moon, and the familiar yet unfamiliar heat of the sun through the harsh deserts that could be the only closest resemblance to his now abandoned home.

The home that forsaken him.

He met merchants across nations, telling stories of tales and wonders. Finding new knowledge of the world unknown before him. Villagers to trade arrows, animals that was dependent of water instead of lava. Glorious, colossal trees that span to cover islands of the sun, as the birds sung the song of the Overworld, the fleshless bones of mindless Skeletons and the rotting flesh of the Zombies.

A world truly unknown.

He fought great monsters that plagued his land that they describe as hellish and inhabitable, yet it was the only world he had ever know. Glorious tourneys that held this world's greatest warriors, where battles of honor and bloodlust were held through eons. A race that survived through the harshest and extreme environment, rising to be apex predators of what they call Inferno, an abode of the Death and eternal damnation. The Netherworld.

He travelled through savannas, planes and forests with a curious open mind, the overworld's uniqueness incomparable of his own Motherland. Beings existed there by water, a substance that greatly burns and pains him, yet it was a source of life in this world. A truly curious thing. Years and years of travelling from one place and another, getting to know other beings and creatures that had their own each unique stories.

He met mysterious races that could run a speed he'd never seen, climb and show abilities that no blazeborn would ever imagine.

A being that could soar the skies.

His eyes of gold and ember watched a being of the heavens.

"The God's Paragon."

Thanatos whispers.

Unparalleled and apotheosis of all races.

When he did for the first time.

He swung his waraxe, in his blindness, as the screams grew loud he'd felt his own ears burst from the inside, holding a shield to the other, the Warden was larger than her. Much bulkier and taller. He had slayed withers and blazeborns that forged flames from air.

He had stepped into this cave, as he went deeper, his instincts had told him to walk away.

As his instincts shouted more and more, as he did otherwise. And now, he faced the most horrifying creature in all of the Dimensions and Worlds.

The myths of the End Dragon was but a feeble dream compared to the might and screams of this bastard's single swing.

He spits a blood, his adrenaline letting him ignore all the battle wound he had gained in the mere half an hour he had tried holding his ground. "Come here, you overgrown fucker," she begrudgingly declares with a much too amused grin on her face. Before the Warden, in its rotting  figure, readying to screams it catatonic sonic waves,

he was swept off of his feet, the blood coming off of his ears and head splash at the sudden air resistance against his skin. Before she had known it, he was held down, seeing the light coming out of the entrance of the cave. He watched as he described, god's paragon land down, it's wings folding. "LORD HEAVENS YOU ARE ONE STEP BEFORE SEEING GOD'S LIGHT." Her peculiar words shocked Thanatos more than anything, as she scurried around like a panicked bird, looking at his injuries.

His widened eyes soon turned into a squint, the adrenaline soon leaving its aftereffects, he felt his lung collapsing.. or had collapsed, coughing out blood and being brought to his knees only a second later.

"Hgu-" he groaned in pained, as the stranger of a woman who had saved him from his eventual death, shout words of worry and concern, before the last of his consciousness leaving him.

And it seemed entirely an eternity before he opened them again.

He heard steps from the distance, and only he could do was try sitting up, from all the throbbing pain he had felt, there was simply too much that he could not even pinpoint where it was coming from.

The steps he had barely heard soon quickened, approaching his direction.

"You're awake!" a feminine voice exclaimed, feeling a hand on his bold shoulders, her eyes soon regained enough little energy to open, "How are you feeling?"

"..." Still, he squinted, looking over the blonde haired figure. His dry lips open,

"You saved me." He declared upon a moment.