⌒⌒⠀⠀Ithaqua / Nightwatch⠀⠀ ့⠀⠀⠀IDV

“ Civility and morality were buried before dawn. As he walks alone through the blizzard, Ithaqua has long forgotten who he watches over during the long night. „

Basic... Name: Eta Vilulf Alias(es): Ithaqua / Night Watch Gender: Male Birthday: December 7th Age: 20-21 Likes: Birds, the Moon, Mother, Stories Dislikes: Hunters, Reading Favorite Dish(es): Crucible Meat Stew Traits: Bestial, intelligent, deceptive, patient, territorial Talents: Setting traps, woodworking, climbing trees

Clothes... He wears a sleeveless, quilted navy vest with diamond lattice padding, a dull purplish-blue tunic with long, tapered sleeves, matching trousers with haphazard grey stitching, and snow boots made from animal hide. He wears a drastically tattered, dull purplish-black cloak with a large, white fur hood billowing out around his bony arms, and a matching hood with large, straight, pointed bat ears with tufts of white fur. Large, curved metal blades are bound to his legs with white linen bandages, serving as stilts, and three leather belts are secured around his throat, diagonally down his chest, and around his waist. Frost and crystallized ice sweep across his cloak and boots, and most of his face, except his eyes, are hidden beneath a bat-like, featureless white mask with two almond-shaped eyeholes. He hefts an alarmingly large, wooden ice axe with a sharp, twisted end, a somewhat misshapen blade wrapped in white linen bandages, and a traditional lantern with black, wooden frames, four fitted glass panes, and lashed together tightly with white linen bandages, glowing a faint, warm yellow dangling just below the blade in his right hand.

Physique... Ithaqua is an alarmingly slender and thin young man with pale, dark grey skin, wavy platinum blonde hair curling across his brow and tumbling down his shoulders, framing his face, and haunting blue eyes with pure black sclera and dull, icy blue irises. His arms are disproportionately bony, and his hands are unusually large and beast-like, with long, wizened fingers like branches.

“ When ignorance becomes the root of all evil, civilization can protect no one. He chose to shed his human shell and return to the most primitive barbarism, transforming to the personification of terror in the eyes of the ignorant — Ithaqua. „

Backstory... It is believed that every winter, the sound of thunderous footsteps echoes from the depths of the forest, shrouded by a snowstorm. In the silence of the winter night, a chilling voice can be clearly heard. The unlucky ones might witness the starry sky suddenly obscured by a massive, dark cloud with a human-like profile. Above the figure's body appears an angry, distorted face—almost human, but twisted and monstrous. Two bright, deep purple stars shine where its eyes should be. According to the few survivors, those found by Ithaqua are ruthlessly hunted and tormented. Some victims are even transformed into monsters like Ithaqua, doomed to wander the snowy forest forever, dragging feet burned by the freezing cold.

The witch hunts had already begun to dissipate in civilized society, yet in the Far North, such evil condemnations spread like the Black Death.

The people of the Far North held this doctrine to ensure every inch of their land would be "pure" - "If she lives a disastrous life, she resides with the demons; if she acts solemn, she clearly has something to hide; if she is infertile, she has already been corrupted at heart; if she bears a deceased child, then clearly, she bears the child of a demon..."

Glancing at the dead younger twin brother his wife gave birth to, the Magistrate Norwell naturally did not want to suffer condemnation himself. Therefore, he told the story that "the Norwell family gave birth to only one boy tonight."

And that seemingly lifeless baby, thrown into the forest in a raging blizzard, regained his heartbeat. He then regained a mother, who escaped the forest clutching a jug of salad. It was a pity that just as how a bonfire could not keep alight for long in a snowstorm, solitary peaceful life in the woods would never last - the adopted youth, who had now reached adulthood, never understood why his mother, a devout believer of God, would be beaten by the intruders as a "demon", nor did he know why the mother who taught him language and culture was unable to utter a half a single word to the intruders. What he did know, however, was that the leader of the men who took his mother had a face almost identical to his. This could help him rescue her.

Infiltrating them was unexpectedly easy. He naively assumed that helping his mother escape would not pose a struggle, only to find that the methods of torture they had subjected her to were of greater evil than the plots of demons... And when he regained consciousness, the prison was already silent, the heavy scent of blood drifting through the air. Yet he saw the scene as something similar to a church - what he saw at that moment, at that time, was true purity.

But nevertheless, his revelation came too late. His mother's humanity withered before dawn. He brought his mother through the blizzard, back to their home deep within the woods, and whispered to her the words she had once sung to him: "sleep, mother, I'll watch the night. Don't be scared; I promise there will never be another living being near you."

Even if she dies, he'll protect the house where she once loved him like his own child.

In the lands of civilization, the witch hunt has long since subsided, while in the barbaric nations of the north, the judgment of evil is still spreading like the black death.

Personality...

He is intelligent and tenacious, possessing the courage and strength to stand firm against anything. Raised in isolation, he protects his mountain home, often losing his memories while acting as a silent, wind-manipulating guardian against trespassers. He's very territorial with that place and with the people he cares about too.