NameLath'laeril "Shadowhand" Runecrest
Nickname(s)Lath, Lae
RaceFae
ClassBruni
ProfessionAssassin
BirthplaceKastali City
Age59
GenderMale (He/Him/His)
Sexual OrientationHomosexual
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The first thing one might notice about Lath is his height. Standing at an imposing 6'5", he is tall even by Fae standards, towering over a majority of the other individuals that he meets. His body is corded with lithe yet powerful muscle gained from years of physical taxation and training, as well as a lifetime spent fighting in a pyrrhic war. Marring the tan of his skin along his arms is a chalk-white tattoo of swirls and dots, which glows brightly whenever he is using his magic.

The next thing is his hair; like the flames he can manipulate, the Bruni's hair falls in long, curling waves down to the small of his back, gradient in color from a burning red to a fire-hot yellow. Lath's eyes are a judgmental gold, resting in a sclera of deep, rich crimson. A frown typically mars his lips, his expression fierce and dangerous and nonplussed in a hopes of scaring people away or intimidating them into leaving him alone, yet when he's around his mate or other Fae, Lath smiles often and with genuine kindness and fondness.

Lath typically wears an assortment of comfortable clothing, although he despises sleeves of almost any kind and so tends to wear outfits without them. He gravitates towards whites, golds, and reds, while adding in subtle touches of blue due to his profound love and adoration for his mate, Lir'oron. A small hoop piercing in his nose is connected by a thin chain to a piercing in his ear, but Lath doesn't wear it all of the time. 
 
The first thing one might notice about Lath is his height. Standing at an imposing 6'5", he is tall even by Fae standards, towering over a majority of the other individuals that he meets. His body is corded with lithe yet powerful muscle gained from years of physical taxation and training, as well as a lifetime spent fighting in a pyrrhic war. Marring the tan of his skin along his arms is a chalk-white tattoo of swirls and dots, which glows brightly whenever he is using his magic.

The next thing is his hair; like the flames he can manipulate, the Bruni's hair falls in long, curling waves down to the small of his back, gradient in color from a burning red to a fire-hot yellow. Lath's eyes are a judgmental gold, resting in a sclera of deep, rich crimson. A frown typically mars his lips, his expression fierce and dangerous and nonplussed in a hopes of scaring people away or intimidating them into leaving him alone, yet when he's around his mate or other Fae, Lath smiles often and with genuine kindness and fondness.

Lath typically wears an assortment of comfortable clothing, although he despises sleeves of almost any kind and so tends to wear outfits without them. He gravitates towards whites, golds, and reds, while adding in subtle touches of blue due to his profound love and adoration for his mate, Lir'oron. A small hoop piercing in his nose is connected by a thin chain to a piercing in his ear, but Lath doesn't wear it all of the time. 
Fierce, vengeful, determined, single-minded, dutiful, ardent, loyal, bitter, hateful (towards humans), conniving, analytical, dangerous, merciless (to humans), merciful (to fae), aggressive, manipulating, unforgiving (to those who have wronged him), intimidating, vindictive

Humans: ”They’re worthless, wretched creatures; good to shine my shoes or rot in the ground. They also make good target practice.”

Lath’laeril has no love for humans or those allied to them. Bitterness, disgust, and loathing has stolen his heart, the burning hatred of a boy wronged driving him to actively fight against the human monarchy and the Usurper King. To him, the humans are worthless, believing them to be nothing better than cowards who hide behind the might of dragons to steal what they want but do not deserve.

A master of manipulation and analytical ways, Lath has dedicated himself to restoring the kingdom to the Fae by any means necessary, believing his cousin, the Crown Princess, to be the true heir of the land. A vigilante who truly calls no place ‘home’, he is connected to an underground network of individuals who all desire the same thing; to see the Human King and his wretched kin dead and rotting.

Lath is vindictive, truly believing in the statement of ‘an eye for an eye’. He is unkind and judgemental of most humans but will grin and charm and sway his way into their oblivious favor just to strike them down when they aren’t looking. Skilled in the art of infiltration, deception, and assassination, he has already murdered hundreds of humans both during and after the war, and shows no sign of stopping any time soon.

Fae:”My people, the rightful keepers of the Crown and far superior to humans in every single way.”

While incredibly hateful and hostile towards humans, Lath’laeril is nothing of the sort to his own people. They see a different side of him, an open, tender side. They see a young man who laughs and smiles, who eagerly assists those who need it, who sings and dances and drinks and toasts. For Lath, his people are everything, and so for them he will be everything.

Ever since he was but a youngling, Lath has been loyal to the Crown Princess. Even now with her title usurped, that loyalty has not waned. He is determined to see his cousin on the throne and will do anything to get her there and bring the Runecrest name back to glory.

When around those that he loves, Lath’laeril is gentle, charismatic, and quick-witted. He is doting and affectionate with Lir’oron, his mate, loving him wholly and unconditionally, body and soul.

Dragons: ”Every creature in this world has a choice. Some of the dragons out there just happened to make the wrong one.”

Dragons warrant a mixed opinion from Lath.

There is a form of respect there, of course, especially to the dragons of Sunnarst. Without them he would not have his magic, and the members of his family would not have theirs, and so on. So while Lath respects certain dragons to some degree, there are those that he deems no better than the humans they happen to serve.

Much in the same way that the dragons shun their own kind for associating with the humans, Lath believes the same in dragons. The dragons who ally themselves with humans are juse as worthless, just as decrepit, and as such deserve no mercy from his blade.  
A blessed product of love, devotion, and unity from the Bifrost Meadows, Lath’laeril came into the world on the hottest day of Sumra in the year 442. Born to Lady Soralien Runecrest and Lady Lorahenna Fireweave, the child was welcomed into the folds of the Runecrest family with open arms, revered and adored by his mothers and everyone who surrounded them.

Lath’laeril, or “Lath” as he quickly became known as, grew up alongside Belasoa, the Crown Princess. While not particularly close to his uncle and aunt, Lath grew up with equal amounts of respect and fondness for his cousin. It was upon her shoulders that the crown lay heavy, a future weight that was hers to hold, and it was upon his own that he swore to support and protect her in any way that he could.

There were only a number of years of his life, premature and terribly short, where peace reigned across the land, prior to the time when the Humans discovered their own means of terrible power. Whispers of war were quick to reach the heart of the inner city, carried on the winds themselves and spread from the tongues of fearful Fae.

Humans could tame dragons.

Humans could become dragons.

The realization was terrifying for the Fae, who for so long believed their human counterparts to be weaker, lesser. What might did they possess? None. They were undeniably hardy creatures with such a short lifespan, but when put against a Fae, they held no chance… Yet somehow they had found a way to harness dangerous magic of their own, draconic in nature, and the workings of the world had finally tilted on their axis.

As the war grew, so did Lath’laeril. While dedicated and distracted by his traditional studies, Lath became well versed in the art of weapons mastering and the Bruni blood that flowed through his veins. Inheriting Lora’s voracious, destructive abilities of fire manipulation, the young Fae practiced every single day to truly master his blood-given pyromancy. Alongside all of those forms of study and practice, there was a darker side to his training, hours spent learning the underground methods of reconnaissance, extraction, subterfuge, espionage, and assassinations, shaping and crafting him to not only be a Lord to the Runecrest name, but to be a weapon, exploited and dangerous in times of war.

At thirty years old, Lath began to accompany a faction of like-trained individuals outside of the city limits, cloaked and hidden with their identities a secret. Their missions varied depending on the situation, but oftentimes they found themselves traveling the land, extracting information from their enemies by any means necessary. Sometimes they would destroy strongholds or bases, laying waste to enemy human encampments, stealing supplies, or assassinating high-ranking officers.

It was on a respite during one of these missions where Lath encountered Lir’oron for the first time. While not one to believe in ‘love at first sight’, there was something entirely captivating about the other man. Perhaps it was his gravitating smile, or the way that his eyes seemed to glitter beneath the vast sunlight. Lath found himself wanting nothing more than to trace his fingers across the blue-haired Fae’s skin, enraptured and mesmerized by everything that he was.

For the first time in his life, he’d found something else to live for other than his cousin or the war.

Lir became a beacon of peace, of tranquility, of perfection. The ire and hatred that burned in Lath’s blood seemed to diffuse and cool whenever he found himself in the other man’s presence, all of the concerns around the war, of Fae against human, seemed to drift onto the wayside. He could spend hours with the other man, smiling, laughing, drinking, talking about everything and nothing at all. It came as no surprise when Lath realized that he loved the blue-haired Fae, smitten and lovesick.

For years the Bruni balanced his dedication to the war and his devotion to Lir, taking breaks between his missions in the war to see the man he loved. Their mating ceremony passed without fanfare, the two Fae soul-bound to one another until their dying days. It was a life Lath had been unaware of wanting, of desiring, of needing, and it would soon be that life that he would cling to when the entire world fell apart around him.

Assigned to destroy a human camp outside of the city, Lath had not been inside Kastali when the city succumbed to the Usurper’s attack. He was not there the day that his family was slain, his mothers’ murdered and dishonor and hatred cast for his family name. He was not there when the Fae King was struck down and the Human Usurper King took his place. He was not there, and perhaps that was his greatest regret.

Fleeing his home and the bodies of his family, Lath’laeril returned to Lir’s side, mourning his loss at the side of his mate. It was only because of his wonderful life-mate that he did not do anything too terribly stupid, and was able to properly grieve. The Bruni swore revenge against the Human Usurper and his ilk, loathing them all for everything that had been stolen from him. Taking to the shadows, hiding and killing and robbing for what had been stolen from him, Lath took the surname ‘Shadowhand’ to hide his identity, introducing himself to strangers and humans alike as ‘Lae’.  
 
Pyromancy

Due to his Bruni heritage, Lath is able to conjure and control fire at his will.

As a youngster he struggled with mastering such an unpredictable, dangerous element, resulting in numerous burns and blisters upon his hands and fingertips. Yet through rigorous training and perseverance he better learned to control the element of his birth right. Capable of shaping fire with his mind and hands, Lath can create fire bolts to shoot at faraway targets, walls of fire to split rooms, and various other means of controlling, contorting, and manipulating his blood element.

Due to its unpredictability, however, there are times when Lath's control over his flames falter. Whenever he is grievously injured or incredibly mad, the flames seem to have a will of their own, acting out as though to either protect --or destroy-- the area around him. 
Lance: A lance that mirrors Lath's overall color scheme, it is his weapon of choice.