User:Thamalys

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That which cannot be considered as common knowledge is highlighted in purple.
Needles to say: please do refrain from using those bits of information in RPs unless you truly feel you are entitled to.
In fact, a good portion of that knowledge is concealed from Thamalys himself as well!

Hard Facts

Known as: Thamalys - A very few people would sometimes address him as Not Lost or Blue
Full Name: Thamalys-Tzur ae Feinkthan - but he presently recalls Thamalys only as is own name
Age: 117 years - basically in his prime, given the immense lifespan of his kin
Race: Avian - and certainly proud of being one
Class: Spellblade
Guild Affiliation: Healer's Guild as Practicus

Appearance

Beware the winged beast, for roots and rocks he would not mind.
And yet his kindliness up climbs, an ancient shade into the sky...

Thamalys is impossibly tall even with respect to Avian's standards, a towering figure reaching about 6’8". He could never be considered as an imposing presence, though, mostly because of his impossibly skinny features. His once pearly white (presently, silver-clad, see below...) wings only truly stand out, stretching, when wholly unfolded, to the frightening extent of two times his height. The whole picture is rather graceless, and the clumsy way he usually walks does not really help. However, a closer look would reveal a queer elegance within his shapes, starting with the complex, spiralling patterns of the tattoos covering almost the whole of his body. Curiously enough, the only proper motif that can be noticed within that inky mess is that of ivy leaves and roots, tangled up in a rather pleasant effect. Thamalys' skin is ivory white, but more often than not he would sport several bruises that he does not care to hide. The same can be said about the knotty mass of his hair, in principle white as well, running down to his shoulders till almost his waist in untidy, incredibly long dreadlocks. His eyes are solid icy blue (but streaks of gold do tend to soil that colour when enraged), his face skinny, his lips thin and pale, the sharp jawline ending right below the overly pointed ears. Interestingly enough, he cannot suffer any sort of footwear, and he thus thoroughly avoid it, no matter the weather - he can easily tolerate extreme heat as well as bitter cold. He favours instead dark leather pants and loose, often pale blue shirts. When manners requires, he is not shy about long robes, typically embroidered with silvery motifs telling of stars, trees, birds of prey and flames.

Personality

Broken, I have been. Lost, I truly am. And thus alone, forever I will be....

In stark contrast with his twin brother, widely considered as one of the kindest inhabitants of Schezerade, Thamalys has been (and, frankly, still is) a rather tough creature to interact with. Raised in isolation, subjected to the harshest of disciplines, he barely cared about people and events unfolding around him. So proud and ill-tempered, he was infamously known for is habit to snap at people over the silliest of arguments. A non-zero fraction of this personality survives even at the moment, despite the fact that, after the Avian found himself badly wounded on top of a cliff, his memories have been almost entirely wiped out. Thamalys boasts an insatiable curiosity for every foolish detail about places and people, and much as a toddler he is fascinated by all sort of things, from dryads moving around to a particularly beautiful bathroom tiling - he is keen on every form of knowledge, from herb lore to history, and values books above everything else, possibly even his beloved blades. Quite clumsy and definitely aware of the fact that his massive stature often draws just too much attention, he ends up to loath crowded places and would pass for a bit of a lone wolf most of the times. However, anybody willing to try (hard enough) would most likely discover an exceptionally kind as well as an exquisitely polite character. Some bits of his dreadful temper would still emerge from time to time, though. Tiny, apparently harmless remarks, not to mention specific references to his past (most notably anything related to dragons...) would spark a mighty anger in him, although he would typically regret his own words and actions shortly after his fury. Unlike many representatives of his kin, he does not have any reason to consider himself superior to anybody - though he does remember this is the way his race feels about the rest of the world. Wingless creatures, he can stand. However, due to his past, albeit largely forgotten, any evil in any form sickens him, a reaction more often than not accompanied by a gush of blue flames blossoming from the ink covering his body. He is also extremely loyal - to the Healer's Guild in particular - and especially protective with respect to the very few people he actually values and trusts.

Korkorhan, The Ageless Black

The deepest lake, the darkest abyss. Will I ever be truly free?

The broken mind of Thamalys harbours a mental connection with Korkorhan, an ancient Black Dragon (see Background below). The latter thrives and rejoice in any manner of sorrow affecting the Avian. While this scaly bastard cannot hope to physically manifest himself, he certainly can offer much unwelcome remarks, silently soiling and shattering any moment of the Spellblade's merriness. These conversation between Dragon and Avian take place into the head of the latter only, but they often manage to influence words and actions of the Blue - much to the dismay of the onlookers. Thamalys has to fight constantly against Korkorhan, as the ageless is keen on pushing the Winged Beast toward violence and despair - a very exhausting confrontation indeed. - Nobody - knows about this particular secret.

As a Spellblade

Have you ever been told, thou fool, how stunning would you look in blue?
Step forward, then, so that I can lit up this night in the name of The Flame...

Thamalys used to be an highly regarded Spell Blade, especially keen on the usage of light and flames as a most effective mean of aiding his swordplay. Slightly more talented as a mage than as a warrior, he would resort to an awful lot of more or less powerful spells to hide and at the same time to support his not exactly flawless fencing. Distinctive hallmarks of Thamalys' fighting style were his preference for the halberd as opposed to swords or blunt weapons and his expertise in conjuring and command rather deadly gushes of blue flames. The latter peculiarity resulted in time to the Avian being constantly referred to as "The Blue". His mind may be broken beyond repair, but his body remembers. He masters flames and blades with equal skill and delight.

The Blue Ink

The overwhelming majority of Thamalys' skin (face and hands included) is covered in winding, knotty tattoos shaped in the guise of ivy roots, branches and leaves, all of them inked in blue - he cannot recall who inked him. In fact, at the heart of this art stands some magic, as the Blue can alter the ink itself, even creating completely new tattoos from the already existing ones, as long as they too are ivy-shaped. Literally any shade of a strong enough emotion, being fear, anger, or even pure joy, causes said ink to exude liquid droplets first and whole gushes soon after of blue flames, which the Avian can shape into all sort of different manners - and uses. Plain, tiny spheres to just bring some light into a dark room, up to colossal walls of fire spanning several meters in length and height… he has full control of the element originating from his enchanted ink. He can even model the flames into different animals, chiefly birds of pray, and in some desperate cases he has been known to simply set the whole of himself ablaze, bringing havoc into the enemy’s ranks. Because of his icy-shaped flaming gift, he barely registers extreme heat - or, for what matters, extreme cold, actual fire dealing zero damage to his flesh or soul.

The Gossamer Halberd

This absolutely stunning piece of deadly art is a beautiful, enchanted halberd that is incredibly feather-light, hence combining the might and the long reach of any regular halberd with the nimbleness of a fencing foil - the ultimate amalgamation of grace and strength. In fact, the key issue with halberds is that they are bulky, heavy, slow-moving weapons. Deadly as well, sure - if you manage to cut your nimble opponent before he pierces you ten times while you are still swaying the sodding piece of metal through the air. However, these towering pointy harbingers of unmerciful death can also be things of beauty: imagine a tall, silvery one in the capable hands of Thamalys, the grip embroidered with shiny motifs of trees and starts, gleaming fiercely into the winter sky… and there you have it: The Gossamer Halberd. About 210 cm (~ 6'8) tall, entirely made of Mithril, this weapon should have weighted so much even a skilled warrior would have had some difficulties in just lifting the thing off the ground. However, a beautiful marquetry of Elerium (a material held in such high esteem from any respectable Avian) runs through the whole extent of pole and blade, the feat of a unique skill capable of mingling those two materials into one flawless piece of art. It is the Elerium that makes this weapon unique: the whole thing is impossibly light - about one Kg (~ 35 oz) as a whole. Imagine. The mightiness and the long reach of an halberd in conjunction with the deftness of a foil - a lethal combination worth of many a tales. The need for this blade came straight from the RP:A Short Guide to Hellhound Obedience Training, and it was the unmatched skill of none other than Leone Svalbjorn, Blacksmith of Gualon and High Priestess of Aramoth, whom literally brought the Gossamer Halberd into Hollow ( see: RP:A Recipe for Disaster).

The Silver-Clad Wings

Thamalys' wings were originally ivory white. However, thanks to powerful magic of Artia (see RP:Country Dinner and RP:Clad in Silver - a Journey into the Darkness), each and every feather has been magically hardened to reach a metallic toughness, the colour white gone to make way for a quite unworldly shade of silver. The Blue can still fly easily enough, although he gets tired more easily due to the added weight - but it is a little price to be paid for the massive gain: the Spellblade can in fact use his silver-clad wings as a monumental shield, just by e.g. arching them in front of him thus forming an impenetrable cocoon.

As a Healer

Emilia is almost single-handedly responsible for Thamalys affiliation to the Healer's Guild. She brought him in (RP:An Offer of Help and RP:A Cure For The Common Amnesia) and assisted him in his progression (RP:(Dodging a) Death by Orc-Fart). As such, the Ice Genasi is amongst the very, very few people the Avian can safely state he values more than himself. Within that number the Guild Leader can also be found, in part out of pure devotion to the healer's cause and utter respect for hierarchy, and in some other part as the Blue plainly appreciates her rather effective, stark manners and actions (a good example of which can be found in e.g. RP:Threadbare). Along the way, the Spellblade had the chance to put his healing skills to the test (RP:Beware the Broken Heart and RP:So Fresh an Injury, So Old a Wound) while elaborating on his beloved herb-lore (RP:Of Dragons, Yew Berries, and Deer and RP:The Silver and The Blue - A tale of Foxglove and Wisdom). He does not aim at climbing the ranks of the Guild (in fact, he cannot, being equally keen on wounding as well as on healing...), and yet he is dead serious about his duties and about contributing to keep the Guild in its best possible shape.

Background

Thamalys was a respected Tzur within the Avian ranks of Schezerade. (Too) proud and (definitely too) arrogant, about two years ago he volunteered to lead an expedition aimed at eradicating the evil presence of a black dragon from the Dead Forest. Korkorhan the Black, they used to call him, wretched creature beyond redemption, constantly trying to undermine the recent, painstaking attempt of strengthening the precarious relationship between Avians and Dragons. Off Thamalys went, together with his twin brother Lathmalys, but the expedition was a disaster. Most of the party was butchered, and the two brothers both fell into the greedy hands of Korkorhan, who imprisoned them in his dungeon, far away from the sun and the sky, locked into an enchanted iron cage. Driven basically mad by the darkness and the isolation, Thamalys lost his way and memory, but Lathmalys endured. He was him who eventually managed to summon a powerful enough spell, freeing them from Korkorhan's dungeon in a flurry escape that led Thamalys, almost unconscious, crashing into the very only tree on top of the Steep Cliff (Xalious Mountains). Fragments of this past do, from time to time, emerge into the broken mind of the Blue, mostly thanks to the unwelcome contributions of Korkorhan, with whom he shares still a strong bond between minds. The Dragon is the one and only keeper of the (unknown) fate of Lathmalys - of whose existence, the Blue has absolutely no idea.

Nebb

When an ancient spell called a colossal number of any kind of birds to gather into the Red Ogre Inn (RP:The Birds), one stood out: a huge Red Kite, left alone and broken right after Maldor brought havoc into the tavern. The bird of prey and the Blue had only to look each other in the eyes ones, to forge a genuinely strong bond. The Spellblade named his winged companion Nebb, and if the two of them are not together, is because the Red Kite is most likely on some errand on behalf of Thamalys himself.

Timeline

A more or less accurate representation of how the events unfurled from the point of view of Thamalys - via a collection of the most representative RPs

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User:Thamalys

Hard Facts

Appearance

Personality

Korkorhan, The Ageless Black

As a Spellblade

The Blue Ink

The Gossamer Halberd

The Silver-Clad Wings

As a Healer

Background

Nebb

Timeline

Alive and Kicking

Neophyte

Frostmaw

Larket Shuffle

Nebb

The Gossamer Halberd

The Silver-Clad Wings

The Tournament

Giants-or Not...

Memories

A Strange Potion

Killing in the Name Of

Healing in the Name Of