User Name:
Shiisha
Name:
Khiiral Tsaer Fëanor
[ a.k.a. Kii ]
Age:
Seventeen
Race:
Elven Shape-Shifter
Gender:
Male
Rank:
Third Class
Faction:
Knight of Eternal Darkness
Elements:
Darkness and Fire
Weapons:
First, comes his elven daggers. They have been by his side and aided him through his life, through every battle and fight since he was a young child. The blades remain at his side, attached by a belt, even when in animal form; they are a part of him.
His other blade, elven as well, is a short sword crafted for someone long ago, he found it and claimed it as his own during his earlier years. It has shown itself to be both a hassle and on occasion an aid, when daggers cannot be of use. This weapon is not one that he cares for as much, but enjoys the pleasure that it was cleansed with the blood of an innocent creature; a sprite, many years ago.
And of course, living up to the curiosity of elves, he also carries an Elven Bow with matching, gold lined arrows.
Khiiral uses fangs and claws when in his shifted forms, but when in his normal, elven form, he has a powerful armor that can encase his body, just as any other dark night.
Techniques:
First, comes his elemental powers; being able to control the shadows that follow people and manipulating fire.
Darkness has been a friend of Khiiral for quiet some time. He has trained himself to use the shadows of others and manipulate it to become confusing figures, shields and on occasion, a powerful blast of energy that can knock an enemy off their feet. When it comes to manipulating fire, he can only use it if it is already there; hence why he normally caries around a flint, which he rubs against his sword to get a spark. After that, he can enlarge the flame to whatever size he wishes; but the bigger it gets, the less energy it holds.
Second, his capability of shape-shifting. This young boy is able to change into odd creatures, varying sizes and strength. His most used is a large wolf hybrid, capable of flying thanks to the large wings. Standing on all fours, this creature stands at 2 and a half feet, but when on his hind legs, he can reach up to 5 and a half feet. His other forms are smaller, but very agile and quick in speed. One is a ferret hybrid. It is small, but allows him to move, without being spotted through small areas. Another one of his forms is a bat hybrid; this small furry creature can travel faster in flight then both his ferret or wolf hybrid could. Being light-weighted and able to fly. This form also allows him to survive longer with little food, as well as see in the dark by using echo location..
The only side effects he has when using these techniques, is if shifted for more then 48 hours, he could have a heart attack due to separate pulses and needs for his form.
Biography:
Khiiral was born into a rather... large family; glancing at the fact that half of the elven race would consider the whole damned forest to be a part of their home. Moving on, he found himself to be much different then his siblings and elves around him; he yearned the taste of blood, felt the want and need to drag his nails through the flesh of a victim and just feel the warm, thick, coppery scented liquid. The thought of blood sent chills down his spine and only created more desire. Sticking to himself mostly and obeying his parents wishes, he ignored the want, moving on in life as though nothing were wrong.
During his fifteenth year of life, he was frowned upon for killing a wolf; even though it was ready to attack him. Instead of celebrating him, his family had sent him away into the forest for the day so they could prepare some sort of ceremony for the creatures' early departure. Unfortunately, that wasn't what had happened. Instead, the boy had gone and retrieved his short sword. He waited patiently until one by one the members of the ceremony left, until only his parents were remaining; discussing how and who their son had suddenly... turned to the dark side. Bored with the talk, he simply entered the forest opening and plunged his sword through him unsuspecting fathers heart, followed by
Personality:
This young lad is a calm and patient fighter, who turns out to be quite deadly if pissed off enough, or if told that a certain person is to be killed. He follows through quickly and efficiently when it comes to requests and orders that have fallen upon him and yet completes tasks the way he wishes them to be done. He has little emotion when it comes to others, but his one weakness would be killing children below the age of four; something he can't do easily. Another thing one would know is that he prefers staying in his shifted forms and he rarely talks, showing that he is more of a listener; though he will talk on occasion, if someone speaks to him and needs a reply.
Appearance:
At 164 pounds, Khiiral is 5'7 tall and as seen in the image, he has white hair and Caribbean colored eyes. The clothes he wears are normally a dark black or bright white, though on occasion, he adds some color to his outfit. Though one thing that never changes, is the daggers that hang by his hips; they rarely get taken off. When in his fighting stance, he tends to where loose fitted clothes, with a simple, light-yet-firm armor beneath it.
Shiisha
Name:
Khiiral Tsaer Fëanor
[ a.k.a. Kii ]
Age:
Seventeen
Race:
Elven Shape-Shifter
Gender:
Male
Rank:
Third Class
Faction:
Knight of Eternal Darkness
Elements:
Darkness and Fire
Weapons:
First, comes his elven daggers. They have been by his side and aided him through his life, through every battle and fight since he was a young child. The blades remain at his side, attached by a belt, even when in animal form; they are a part of him.
His other blade, elven as well, is a short sword crafted for someone long ago, he found it and claimed it as his own during his earlier years. It has shown itself to be both a hassle and on occasion an aid, when daggers cannot be of use. This weapon is not one that he cares for as much, but enjoys the pleasure that it was cleansed with the blood of an innocent creature; a sprite, many years ago.
And of course, living up to the curiosity of elves, he also carries an Elven Bow with matching, gold lined arrows.
Khiiral uses fangs and claws when in his shifted forms, but when in his normal, elven form, he has a powerful armor that can encase his body, just as any other dark night.
Techniques:
First, comes his elemental powers; being able to control the shadows that follow people and manipulating fire.
Darkness has been a friend of Khiiral for quiet some time. He has trained himself to use the shadows of others and manipulate it to become confusing figures, shields and on occasion, a powerful blast of energy that can knock an enemy off their feet. When it comes to manipulating fire, he can only use it if it is already there; hence why he normally caries around a flint, which he rubs against his sword to get a spark. After that, he can enlarge the flame to whatever size he wishes; but the bigger it gets, the less energy it holds.
Second, his capability of shape-shifting. This young boy is able to change into odd creatures, varying sizes and strength. His most used is a large wolf hybrid, capable of flying thanks to the large wings. Standing on all fours, this creature stands at 2 and a half feet, but when on his hind legs, he can reach up to 5 and a half feet. His other forms are smaller, but very agile and quick in speed. One is a ferret hybrid. It is small, but allows him to move, without being spotted through small areas. Another one of his forms is a bat hybrid; this small furry creature can travel faster in flight then both his ferret or wolf hybrid could. Being light-weighted and able to fly. This form also allows him to survive longer with little food, as well as see in the dark by using echo location..
The only side effects he has when using these techniques, is if shifted for more then 48 hours, he could have a heart attack due to separate pulses and needs for his form.
Biography:
Khiiral was born into a rather... large family; glancing at the fact that half of the elven race would consider the whole damned forest to be a part of their home. Moving on, he found himself to be much different then his siblings and elves around him; he yearned the taste of blood, felt the want and need to drag his nails through the flesh of a victim and just feel the warm, thick, coppery scented liquid. The thought of blood sent chills down his spine and only created more desire. Sticking to himself mostly and obeying his parents wishes, he ignored the want, moving on in life as though nothing were wrong.
During his fifteenth year of life, he was frowned upon for killing a wolf; even though it was ready to attack him. Instead of celebrating him, his family had sent him away into the forest for the day so they could prepare some sort of ceremony for the creatures' early departure. Unfortunately, that wasn't what had happened. Instead, the boy had gone and retrieved his short sword. He waited patiently until one by one the members of the ceremony left, until only his parents were remaining; discussing how and who their son had suddenly... turned to the dark side. Bored with the talk, he simply entered the forest opening and plunged his sword through him unsuspecting fathers heart, followed by
Personality:
This young lad is a calm and patient fighter, who turns out to be quite deadly if pissed off enough, or if told that a certain person is to be killed. He follows through quickly and efficiently when it comes to requests and orders that have fallen upon him and yet completes tasks the way he wishes them to be done. He has little emotion when it comes to others, but his one weakness would be killing children below the age of four; something he can't do easily. Another thing one would know is that he prefers staying in his shifted forms and he rarely talks, showing that he is more of a listener; though he will talk on occasion, if someone speaks to him and needs a reply.
Appearance:
At 164 pounds, Khiiral is 5'7 tall and as seen in the image, he has white hair and Caribbean colored eyes. The clothes he wears are normally a dark black or bright white, though on occasion, he adds some color to his outfit. Though one thing that never changes, is the daggers that hang by his hips; they rarely get taken off. When in his fighting stance, he tends to where loose fitted clothes, with a simple, light-yet-firm armor beneath it.
