Ithuriel

**"I will burn them away, if I am devoured by my own conviction. Let them have me."**

*- Ithuriel the Rusaan to Vask'arad*

## Ithuriel Xathanael

### Skills:

Acrobatics, Resilience, Artistry, Enchanting, Manipulation, Vocalism

### Major Flaw/Flaws:

Dark Secret, Overconfident, Uncontrollable,

### Minor Flaw/Flaws:

Driving Goal, Egotistical, Overambitious, Stubborn, Zealot

### Habits/Hobbies:

Ithuriel has few 'hobbies' so to speak from his own racial bloodline, though he has seemed to have inherited a few from Sano, and humans in general, such as humming, singing, and even dancing while going about his work.

 Description

Ithuriel resembles the shape and size of most Angueri, thin and tall, though perhaps the most stand-offish trait of his physical appearance is his jet black wings, and the crimson halo that lingers where one of gold would normally sit. Albeit his skin pale and his form thin, the man represented nothing less than beautiful perfection, much like most others of his race. Ithuriel's hair was almost identical to the color of his wings, draping at shoulder length and resting adjacent to his chest. Contrasting his soft, velvety hair was his brilliant deep blue eyes, like two miniature suns burning within his eye sockets- furious and yet passionate at the same time. When the man spoke, his voice pronounced itself unlike anything other than something heavenly, eloquent within every word and sentence.

### Armor

The armor that Ithuriel adorned himself in was glamorous in almost every way, encased in a glossy black steel suit, like many knights are depicted. Shapely steel plates fit every curve and etch of his body while additional excess formed attractive decorations upon his armor, two large metallic wings springing out from the spinal support of his cuirass while various symbols and icons formed themselves along the trim. Upon his shoulders rested heavy pauldrons that protected him from side attacks, each embossed with silver trim.

### Arms

Only the most elegant of weapons fit the likes of the descendants of angels and gods. A single, broad bladed sword sat in a quaint, almost unnoticeable scabbard strung from the harness of his armor upon his back. Within it was a beautiful weapon, its every inch glazing with a silver perfection. The hilt is highly decorated and adorned, spiraling with golden trim that stops at the grip- which immediately turned practical. It was an odd weapon, though undeniably well crafted. Were Ithuriel a human, the weapon would look almost a little too large to carry for his size.

Hanging from his left and right hip were a pair of scabbards, each of them intricately designed with ornate leaflets of silver accented off the trim. Inside were a pair of extremely elegant daggers, sharp as can be and formed in such a way as to zigzag along the blade edge at one point, leading up to the tip. they were unusually large for daggers, and yet their weight did not show it. Whether these weapons were crafted of a different material than is traditionally used, or if it is merely an illusion, it is unknown.

## History

Ithuriel was born of a Planetar mother and human father. Ithuriel himself was born late in their marriage, and almost immediately after, his father had disappeared. He was not of old age, nor did he have many enemies- and so as such , his disappearance was a large mystery to the young boy. Not much is known of Ithuriel after his childhood, aside from that he had grown to be resentful and rebellious against his mother and race as secrets that were kept from him by his mother slowly began to come to light. At some point in his young adult years, he escaped from the society, his home, and his mother, and set out on his own path.

### Skills

Some could describe Ithuriel as a paragon in some aspects, but the truth is that the few things that Ithuriel is good at are the only things he will attempt to show. Rarely is his bad side shown, and if one looked close enough, it would seem intentional. He is not by far a man without his flaws, albeit exceptionally good at hiding them. There are a few skills and talents that Ithuriel has chosen to retain from his birthright such as singing and an inherent natural skill for creating art. Albeit raised in a warrior-home and trained to fight, he is by no means above average in his skill with physical weaponry. Having grown exceptionally independent and confident over the years as his natural aptitude towards things, Ithuriel set out to learn and master arts mainly tampered with by other creatures, such as enchantment and alchemy. Also developed in his journey to find greatness and secure power and strength was his interest in magic, in which he has devoted months of his time, and endless resources to learn and grow stronger in. Albeit only an apprentice at the time, more than other things, Ithuriel has discovered his natural aptitude towards the magical arts and intends to take advantage of it.

### Major Flaw/Flaws:

Ithuriel works hard in order to disguise or hide his flaws, as he takes pride in appearing as a fixture of perfection. Deep down, however, beneath his surface thoughts and abilities are a slough of repressed vices and flaws that tumble within. Perhaps his most noticeable imperfection would be his overconfidence in most of his actions and ideals. His ego and his conscience play a large part in making him nigh uncontrollable as well, to the point where if his mind is set upon something, he will carry it out regardless of who tries to stop him.

### Minor Flaw/Flaws:

There is a single ambitious goal that drives Ithuriel forward in life- one of the likes of which that seems almost impossible, and yet ever he drives on with confidence, not a single shred of doubt in his or Vask'arãd's ability to achieve it. Far from a zealot in a traditional sense, he is in fact something of the same concept, strong and fervent in his disposition towards the Gods. Sometimes this is enough for Ithuriel to dislike someone for even following a god- though he knows that such people can be redeemed.

## Personality

At first meet, Ithuriel speaks and acts like nothing less than a brother of his species. Graceful, eloquent, and caring in everything he does, he often speaks highly of the Sano and respects, and perhaps even envies them. As one begins to know him better however, Ithuriel starts to show some of his more egotistical tendencies, and while not outright rude to others, can show a certain modicum of superiority over them when he speaks and acts. Despite this, he will always speak his mind for better or for worse, especially when being asked of something. Ithuriel will sometimes withhold information from others simply because it is in his personality believing that not everyone needs to know all the details, especially when they could act on them. He believes himself more cunning and smarter than most, and so can take things harshly when he is outplayed.

## Consent Sheet

### Beliefs

Ithuriel harbors an intense disgust and hatred for the gods of the realm. There is, however, a distinction to him between Gods and powerful beings who can be considered Gods or Demi-Gods. Gods who rule from above and enforce morals upon their creations are those to which he despises, whereas he respects those that would achieve their own power and simply lead an ambitious life alone or in a covenant. He also dislikes the aspect of servitude and sacrifice towards Gods.

### Quirks

Many of Ithuriel's quirks span are saturated form his presence around the Sano, and humans in particular, doing things such as inspecting his nails or tapping his fingers idly when in wait or agitated, often working against him.

## Vask'arād

Vaskarad is an honorable and driven warrior that Ithuriel has taken up as his right hand companion. There are differences that they share, but almost wordlessly in their mutual relationship, they tend to ignore those contrasts and let the other do what they please. Ithuriel holds a deep respect for the Bulo, even dismissing the fact that their end goals are identical. Vask may be the only creature that the ethereal would call a friend. Together, they roam the world and seek to attain greater power to further their goal. The man is his confidant, and his utmost right hand.

*"I used to think we'd build a better world together. Now all I want is to build a better one for you."*

## Umbra

Umbra has become the pinnacle of Ithuriel's change, his development into a stronger man with his will resolved. At first, Ithuriel was devastated that he would likely never see Umbra again, yet now as he's let his mind simmer and settle, he sees this only as a blessing that he does not have someone he loved so closely and dear anywhere near the pinnacle of action. Umbra stands a metaphor for Ithuriel's past, and his gateway into his new self, and forever will she be remember in his mind as the dearest creature to him in all of existence.

*"Perhaps when this is all over I will have a chance to indulge in that which you so strongly desired for me to find."*

## Lyca

Ithuriel takes a very protective stance over Lyca, and does his best to defend the innocence in her around others. As time goes on, Ithuriel has become more and more accustomed to the woman, and has grown to be very comfortable around her- able to be free of his regular facade of stoicism. Albeit friends, Ithuriel's foreign social tendencies can often confuse the two when their inherent habits clash. He does not know where she has gone, though he only hopes that the best has found her.

*"When the wind changes, let me know."*

## Jorg

The bond between Ithuriel and Jorg has been laden with conflict, though once the two had finally made up over their childish rivalry, Ithuriel was glad to embrace him as a brother once more, as he was before when he belonged to the tower. Ithuriel has come to appreciate the Sdyr's free spirit that often contrasts his own convicted, driven way of life to the point where any such disagreements are trivial and light spirited.

*"Never thought I'd find the lack of rhyme or reason so refreshing."*

## Atia

Ithuriel holds a peculiar bond with the woman once from Crann Ar'Tuar. To the angel, she is considered a respected diplomat and even more importantly, one of the only rare close friends that he has. Ithuriel harbors no reservations about allowing her into every detail of his life simply because he trusts her, and she has become something of an adviser to him. She has slowly become one of the most prevalent people in his life

*"I'd never waste my time looking for someone else like her. There is no-one else like her."*

## Lex

Ithuriel is never sure what to think of the strange farmer, though if anything, there is some modicum of respect owed to him for his consistency and his alignment. He's not sure why, but he admires Lex and the way he operates, the way he keeps others at a distance. With that, he feels some sort of mutuality between the two of them.

*"The most trust I'll ever place in someone I have no reason to trust. Honorable men are like that."*

## Savora

Savora has proven to Ithuriel that she is capable of many things he has little desire to tamper with. Although they are amiable now and their mutual transgressions have been wiped free of the slate, Ithuriel cannot help but harbor some disapproval for her methods. Otherwise, he believes Savora to be cunning and manipulative.

*"I could spend all my time and effort trying to figure out exactly what she wants, but I don't think I'd want to."*

## Ilinissa

While Ithuriel wanted to be able to despise her, he knows that none of the problems spun from their interaction were anybody's fault but his own. As of late, he's warmed up to her somewhat as he discards the troubling past and looks to new futures. Ithuriel believes her to be naturally charming, and more sentient and intelligent than most people grant her.

*"I only wonder what the future holds in store for us."*

## Kyra

Never did Ithuriel think he'd welcome the words of a priest or priestess with eagerness, but Ithuriel knows Kyra well enough that he is comforted whenever they are given a chance away from the noise to speak. Ithuriel thinks of Kyra was incredibly gentle and noble, an epitome of how he sees mortalkind. As such, the priestess stands a firm reminder to him of his mission.

*"I'll never pray to your goddess, but perhaps one day I'll see her myself."*

## Leroi

Leroi is an anomaly of a man that Ithuriel has comes to appreciate dearly. Once, he stood only as a house guest but as time has passed, the angel considers him a member of his family in the tower, and often looks forward to their rare but enlightening and relaxing conversations.

*"I could stand to learn a thing or two about brotherhood. See you soon."*

## Aurora

The undead woman is someone that Ithuriel began to think about as a close friend. Without Umbra around, even absent of the mind in her head, he truly enjoyed her company, providing a missing piece to him that he had lost some time before. It was, however, the undeniable truth of his conviction that was bound to sever their bond. She did not leave on good terms, though Ithuriel wishes her only the best on her endeavors that lead her elsewhere.

*"Not the place you're looking for. Have faith in a few more steps."*