An elf bard that travelled the world as a spy for various factions.
- Age
- 334
- Gender
- Fluid
- Eyes
- Brilliant Green
- Hair
- Copper, Dyed Blue
- Skin Tone/Pigmentation
- Golden
- Height
- 170 cm
- Weight
- 53 kg
Appearance
Physical Description
Often a slender feminine male, or female.
Apparel & Accessories
A hood with a feature and flamboyant clothes over leather armour.
Special abilities
Hormonal Manipulation. Can manipulate his own sex hormones freely. Altering his sex-based characteristics to any degree.
Mentality
Personal history
Ivellios was born in an elven village, at the age of 16, his mutant powers first manifested. As the village was made up of non-mutant elves, this was a problem. Ivellios mutation was part of the reason why his father left them. Despite there best efforts to hide Ivellios' condition, rumours did circulate.
On one fate fulfil day when, at the age of 38, as Ivellios prowled around the village, Ivellios overheard some other villagers discussing plans to "remove" him. He returned home and together with his sister, Quillathe and his mother, they hatched a plan of their own.
A few days later, Ivellios wound up "dead", whereas in reality he had made his escape and disappeared.
For the next few hundred years, Ivellios would wander the world, at first as a travelling bard, and sneak. Ivellios soon learn that the contents of man's letter are far more valuable than that of his purse.
He worked as a spy and saw the horrors of war first hand, and made it his mission to end wars before they began whenever possible.
His anti-war view of the world was reinforced by visions of his past lives, and the Black Slime was always there making situations worse. Especially in the last few decades as the slime has been getting more active.
In these hundreds of years of travel he was fell in love with an elf maid named Sariel. The years with her were the most treasured of all of Ivellios' life. Only it ended in tragedy, due to some incident under a Waxing Bibbious moon, the black slime somehow infected Sariel, and she went on a rampage, Ivellios was forced to kill her by his own hand.
At some point, he got a vision of more ancient past, for when his people worshipped the instinct element, and he can't help but believe there are some ties to his mutant powers here.
He most recently was employed by the Arcane Coalition as a spy to discover Toshi's fate.
Personality
Motivation
Seeks to create world peace.
Likes & Dislikes
Likes: Fellow Elves, music, a calming view
Dislikes: Fighting.
Social
Birthplace
Some Elven Village
Family Ties
Jelenneth Mystralath, My mother
My beloved mother, Jelenneth. I occasionally sent her letters about how I am doing. She is kind 938 years old woman with a nervous twitch in her right eye. She is highly persuasive but lacks in her fine hand coordination.
Quillathe Mystralath, My Older Sister
My older sister (781 years old) is and always was the cleverest of the family it was her ruse that devised the plan of my escape, though she is not the best with words. Her unusual purple eyes draw suspicious of some. To this day she keeps an amulet of wood I made for her when I was young.
She has 3 children now based on Mother's letters, the oldest Erdan, was also my childhood friend.
Eiravel Mystralath, My older brother
My older brother (567 years), is not my best relative, we often argued about pointless things. He has four children, based on Mother's letter, but I can't say I know any of them.
Erdan Mystarlath, my Nephew and Friend
Erdan was my best friend back in the days, he has a nose longer than most, as graceful and curious as a cat, he and I used to get into trouble with our pranks. Occasionally, he would whistle absentmindedly, giving us away.
Sariel, My beloved
Sariel was my heart, the sun to my moon. I still keep one of her amethyst incrested earrings as a memento to her memory. Few could dance to my music like her, her agile body was only weighed down by her weak health. She would always win her arguments against me, and she had her streaks of wildness, as one might expect from a wood elf. Her death still haunts me to this day.
Mannerisms
Covers his truth with continual smiles.
Speech
Speaks Common, Elvish and Aquan (primordial)
Social
Birthplace
Some Elven Village
Family Ties
Jelenneth Mystralath, My mother
My beloved mother, Jelenneth. I occasionally sent her letters about how I am doing. She is kind 938 years old woman with a nervous twitch in her right eye. She is highly persuasive but lacks in her fine hand coordination.
Quillathe Mystralath, My Older Sister
My older sister (781 years old) is and always was the cleverest of the family it was her ruse that devised the plan of my escape, though she is not the best with words. Her unusual purple eyes draw suspicious of some. To this day she keeps an amulet of wood I made for her when I was young.
She has 3 children now based on Mother's letters, the oldest Erdan, was also my childhood friend.
Eiravel Mystralath, My older brother
My older brother (567 years), is not my best relative, we often argued about pointless things. He has four children, based on Mother's letter, but I can't say I know any of them.
Erdan Mystarlath, my Nephew and Friend
Erdan was my best friend back in the days, he has a nose longer than most, as graceful and curious as a cat, he and I used to get into trouble with our pranks. Occasionally, he would whistle absentmindedly, giving us away.
Sariel, My beloved
Sariel was my heart, the sun to my moon. I still keep one of her amethyst incrested earrings as a memento to her memory. Few could dance to my music like her, her agile body was only weighed down by her weak health. She would always win her arguments against me, and she had her streaks of wildness, as one might expect from a wood elf. Her death still haunts me to this day.
Mannerisms
Covers his truth with continual smiles.
Speech
Speaks Common, Elvish and Aquan (primordial)