Les yeux de l'elfe sombre s'élargissaient au nombre de contrats que la femme tirait de son sac. Il ne s'était pas rendu compte de l'extension du conflit dans la région, et il s'était fait une note pour se tenir au courant pour ceux qui ont... des buts négatifs dans ses affaires. Les mots de Xanara l'intriguaient ; qui était-elle pour surveiller ces guildes? Et qui voudrait réduire le comportement chaotique des guildes. Il semblait qu'il y avait beaucoup plus d'intrigue dans la région que Iouril n'en avait à première vue. Il était heureux qu'il n'ait pas rencontré beaucoup d'ennuis dans la région, bien que ses transactions dans le sud reflètent très probablement les tensions croissantes de l'Annos Dorei, si ses paroles devaient être crues.
Il s'assit dans sa chaise, tournoyant son vin et observant l'interaction entre le barman et Eri. Il semblait qu'il avait raison de supposer qu'elle était locale. Ses yeux pivotaient vers le coin de la pièce, où un homme était venu accoster ses nouveaux associés. Il a regardé la rencontre froidement, pas surpris de la rapidité avec laquelle elle s'est intensifiée. Il n'était pas étranger aux bagarres. Il s'est penché sur le dos, impressionné par la réponse immédiate de Xanara. L'elfe sombre gémissait bas en les appâtant; un tel étalage aurait pu effrayer les lutins s'ils n'avaient pas d'épine dorsale, bien que la fierté assurée qu'ils répondent à ses haines.
Le groupe s'approcha, et l'elfe tira lentement un poignard de sa ceinture, le tenant dans une poignée inversée contre son poignet. Ses compagnons étaient tout autant de cibles que lui, mais, dans le moment, il n'était pas concerné; cet Éri savait évidemment comment se gérer, et entre les deux (et c'était avec l'hypothèse que, l'autre fille, Sylvia, ne faisait rien; et au-dessus que Iouril n'avait aucune connaissance). Il se tenait facilement de son tabouret, ses yeux perçants se rétrécissant sur les deux hommes qui l'ont isolé. Avant qu'ils ne s'approchent trop, il a pressé sa peau foncée avec son couteau, en coupant facilement une épaisse lacération sur le côté extérieur de son avant-bras. Alors que le liquide visqueux commençait à s'enfoncer dans le poignet et sur sa main embrayée, il se rassemblait sur ses doigts. Un éternuement s'est formé sur ses lèvres et son sourcil s'est sillonné pendant qu'il traversait la douleur légère mais familière qui venait du prélèvement de son sang. Au bout d'un moment, il s'enfonça la main au plus près de ses adversaires; de ses doigts vinrent des fléchettes de sang, et elles s'éclaboussèrent à travers la poitrine de l'homme. Un cri stupéfiant laissa ses lèvres, qui se tournèrent vers une fronde plus paniquée alors que sa chemise commença à smolder pendant que l'hexagone le brûlait. Tandis que son ami était distrait, l'elfe s'enfonçait rapidement dans ses selles et les tirait vers eux, les arrachant de leurs gardes et les faisant trébucher et tomber l'un dans l'autre. L'elfe noir a retourné son couteau, et a sculpté une coupe correspondante sur son autre bras, en attendant leur approche recentrée.
Name:
Iouril (EYE-or-el) Ranuu'Laer
Physical Description:
6' 1"
140 lbs.

Magical Abilities:
Iouril is a blood mage, meaning that his power comes from physically using his blood. The many knives on his person are more often used on himself than enemies. Dark rites and self-flagellation happen often in his particularly malicious style, and more often than not injuries benefit him instead of his opponent. Golems, hexes, and body control are the staples of his routines.

Blood Hex
Iouril spills his own blood to mark an enemy. This mark can have vary effects, from burning the target to making them sick, or pushing them back. The more blood he puts into the mark, the more powerful it is.
Golem
Using the spilled blood of himself and enemies on the battlefield, he creates a humanoid servant made of blood. It is strong and varies in size relative to the available blood supply. This creature had minor regenerative powers and defends Iouril until its death.
Blood Manipulation
Once his blood mixes with an opponent's, Iouril gains influence over their blood as well for a short period of time. During this, he can bleed an opponent, or, he can make his opponents blood acidic to the flesh around it, making the wound fester. On the other hand, Iouril can use his manipulation of blood to knit wounds together. It is easier done to himself, but he can do it to others.
Body Modification
This is something Iouril can only to do himself. He can alter parts and aspects of his body with his precise control of his physical body. He can do simple things, like give himself night vision or temporarily empower a limb.
Blood Purity
The dark elf's blood is constantly circulating and renewing itself, mainly because he is always in need of it. He does not get sick often and is generally in good health. Also, he heals relatively quickly, although not at an exceptional rate.

Quirks/Personality:
Iouril is a man with an identity crisis. Born to a body showing the sins of his ancestors, it would seem that he is inherently evil. This is not true. The man struggled throughout his childhood, adolescence, and young adulthood with his morality and self-worth. He seems to be searching for penitence for crimes he himself did not commit. His magical abilities put him at odds with this, and you'll find him calling his art "disgusting and unholy" as much as his light-marked brethren. He doesn't have much of an option if he wants to defend himself, however.
He has a calm demeanor, is congenial and works well with others, which is surprising given his heritage. He isn't too social, and he doesn't have much of a sense of humor, but his tendency to invalidate his own feelings gives him great empathy for others. He's easy to get along with, even if he doesn't give much precedence to his own opinions.
Backstory:
House Ranuu'Laer is a prevalent force in a few of the smaller Nations near the northern end of the continent. Powerful magic-users and forceful negotiators, they were and still are an up-and-coming power house thanks to an influx of followers in the few decades. Comprised mostly of dark elves, many of its members were hardened veterans, wizened magus, and notable scholars. They made their influence by selling the fruits of their magical abilities and intellectual pursuits, even so much as so that certain small Nations depended on them for the military might of their blood golems. They are like mercenaries, but the diversity of the jobs they take elevate them from that status.
The "mother" and "father" of this family are Iialve and Suthis Ranuu'Laer, respectively. This House was actually started centuries ago by these two and their close relatives, and grew slowly, member by member, at first. Other dark elves were drawn in by seemingly loving dynamic of this group, and were slowly ingrained until they became something akin to cultists. In the past, people were rarely brought into the House, they were born into the family. In the last few decades, a displaced war party of dark elves from a Nation leagues away, who had been defeated by the nearby Clan of Light elves, found solace in their home. Among them were warriors, magics, healers, scouts, and war maidens; their numbers increased twofold.
Approximately 26 winters ago, the family was blessed with a magnificent holy child. Mother and Father had a son. Ask now, and many deny this, though at the time the house had been in uproarious celebration. All were glad to have this child. And while yes, he was royalty, they knew they had to work to make him strong. None questioned his start of academic and physical training at age five. None questioned his isolation from the family. None questioned the fact that he had not been seen in public after he was a toddler. This was Mother and Father's holy child, and they knew how to raise him.
For as long as he could remember, Iouril was practicing. His academics, his combat training, his magus training, that what was he knew. He awoke, he went to class all morning, he ate, he trained, he bled, and then he slept. By the time he was 12, he had been honed into an unquestioning tool. He knew only his parents and instructors. He parents loved him very much, or so they said, and that was why he had to stay and train. To be strong. It is an ugly world, they had told him, and he believed them. He had no other options presented to him. When his youth was coming to an end, his parents released him to the public with a different identity, and used him as an agent in their own city. Meeting others for the first time, and finding that this "family" of his was not nearly the people he thought they were, and he became slightly dissociative in his childhood home. With perfect service and no complaints, his parents easily granted him many freedoms and privileges. One such privilege was being able to join the two on their trips away from the lands of the House.
These trips proved disastrous to his parents' intentions. He was still quite young and impressionable at this time, and after a while of being prompted by others his age, he started running off on the trips, only to return to harsh punishments and threats. However, over time he grew more independent. He hated his family; his vicious mother, his evil father, and the monsters that taught an innocent child to cut his wrists and summon monsters. Eventually, on one of these trips, Iouril left and didn’t return.

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