Shaedwyn MorIthil

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Full Name:
Shaedwyn Mor'Ithil
AKA:
Shae Thornton (old alias)
Position:
Shadowmancer
Age:
Young Adult
Species:
Type:
OC (None)
World:
Music:
Quote-open.png Better infamy for the right reason than glory for the wrong. Quote-close.png
— Himself
Shaedwyn might have been a born crusader if his life had taken a more heroic path. Instead, his life took a darker, more morally ambiguous path. In idealist at heart, he believes in doing what's best for the world, whether the world likes the idea or not. Of course, ideals are all well and good, but sometimes it's all about just getting by. He is a capable mage, but not everyone considers him particularly reputable, especially more traditionalist elves. Thief, blackguard, and ne'er-do-well are some of the nicer names such people tend to call him.

Personality

Shaedwyn believes in "good" in a very relative sense, though he does have a strong moral compass in his own way. He's quite willing to act the unscrupulous or ruthless role, if it gets him what he wants or what he feels is right. He cares little for social convention or following the law, though he holds great compassion for others, especially the abused and downtrodden, and he will often go to great lengths to help the needy. By the same token, if he believes someone is greedy and hoarding more wealth than they need, he sees little harm in helping himself to some of what they have.

While he does enjoy meeting new people, Shaedwyn doesn't quickly trust others when he first meets them. He's often polite and sociable, even friendly, but true trust must be earned. If he has a blind spot where trust is regard, it's that if he meets someone who seems truly helpless and in need, especially someone younger than himself, he may be much quicker to trust them. And when Shaedwyn does form ties to others, he becomes fiercely protective of them. At times he may even seem slightly territorial, in that he keeps vigilant watch over the ones he cares about. He won't always be overt about it, and he tries not to interfere too much, but he values nothing more than friendship. In fact, growing up as he has done, he tends to treat any close friend as family, and he will do anything for his family.

When he's wronged, however, there are few who hold grudges so well as Shaedwyn. It takes a lot, such as a betrayal, to make him truly hold such a grudge, but once he starts he has a very hard time letting go. He may never forget any deeply felt wrong, and he can be quite ruthlessly vindictive on that score, especially if someone seriously threatened the safety of those Shaedwyn cares about.

Background

The Death of the Black Moon

The elf-kingdom of Sylvania has been home to many families and houses, different families and lines with their own gifts and traditions. One of those houses was called House Mor'Ithil, the House of the Black Moon. It was a very small house made up of seers and scholars, of sorcery and secrets. Neither the most prominent nor the least, it was not a house without enemies, but its elders underestimated that their enemies would strike so swiftly or ruthlessly as they did, and the house was destroyed. From the matriarch of the family down to the lowest servant, all were killed. The Mor'Ithil clan had been wiped out, but for one small exception. The last scion of the house was not the son of its highest elder, not a prince or notable heir, simply a child whose mother was clever and skilled enough to hide him away before the assassins found them. Thanks to her skill, the boy survived. This is the story that Shaedwyn Mor'Ithil grew up hearing.

The Monk Pickpocket

Brother Kendrin Thornton was a monk, originally, devoted to the goddess of love and passion. Though noble, his idealistic ways were not very lucrative, and the human cleric found himself starving on the streets of Lyne, where he then lived. Times were hard, but where others would have felt that their goddess had forsaken him, Kendrin saw inspiration. He used his charm and grace to become a thief, stealing from corrupt elites as a means of survival. Over time he became extremely good at it, and he began to share his success with homeless, orphaned youngsters. This was partly altruism, but it was also simply good business -- the boys had fleeter fingers and were quite good for business. His greatest protégé was a young elf named Shaedwyn, who he taught to be the greatest pickpocket in the city. It was in many ways a beautiful partnership, giving the lost boy a new home and something of a new family.

Shaedwyn came to admire Kendrin greatly, particularly the monk's skill as a healer. Kendrin had taken an Oath years earlier to offer his skills as a healer without accepting any payment or reward, and so he did... and thus stole to survive. While Shaedwyn admired the ideal of love, he found the practical skills of theft and healing much more useful. Even so, he dreamed of being a healer one day, of living a good life where he would not have to scrounge for food and coin.

A Healer's Apprentice

Within a few decades, Shaedwyn was growing into a handsome young man, particularly by human standards. This served him well, and he grew up among humans, reasonably content, until Brother Kendrin died. He was an old man by then, and he went peacefully. His final gift to Shaedwyn was a long-held favor called in from a fellow healer, a woman named Marya. Saddened by his old mentor's loss but grateful for this opportunity, Shaedwyn accepted his apprenticeship to the human woman. She was warm and friendly, but also stern when he displeased her, and the swiftest way to do that was by stealing. Marya was very forthright in her disapproval of any form of dishonesty, and it remained a major point of disagreement between them. Still, Shaedwyn tried to conform to her path... at least, as far as she knew. In truth, he simply worked to become a better, more discreet thief, and satisfied his conscience by keeping nothing for himself. He gave all he stole to the less fortunate, many of whom he still knew from his days with Brother Kendrin.

Marya practiced a form of healing which involved mentalism. Through drawing a patient's pain onto oneself, the healer was able to ease their suffering and administer medicines to inspire healing. Careful mental stimulation of the patient's body urged it towards swifter recovery, and because they felt stronger than they actually were, their improved outlook made the healing more effective (or so Marya instructed him). Shaedwyn began by learning of medicines and herbs, the basics of healing, and loved each moment of it. The one part of Marya's philosophy which he struggled with most was that a healer must "never act to harm another, not even in defense of life." As before, he tried to simply follow her path, but it was a struggle.

Once a Villain...

For several years Shaedwyn grappled with Marya's path, growing ever more frustrated that she would not teach him any actual healing magic. He had become skilled with making various potions and draughts, good at applying bandages and tinctures, but he knew nothing of "true healing." Finally, he confronted her. The human woman calmly told him that she would not teach him until he had left all "dangerous impulses" behind. She feared he would use her teachings violently or dishonestly, corrupting what she saw as the higher, healing purpose of her life-craft.

They argued and debated, and Shaedwyn tried long and hard to convince her, at first, of his virtue, but she refused to accept the notion. She insisted that he had an old anger buried in him, and that it made him dangerous. She was happy to teach him, but his magical training would go no farther until he learned to accept what he could not change and adopt the "path of peace." He finally voiced all his disagreements, telling her that he would never accept a road of indolence and apathy. If he could better himself or others by theft or violence, he would do so without shame. Their positions clear and opposed, they chose to part ways. Once again, Shaedwyn was alone.

He returned to the streets and began, again, to earn his living through wit and guile. Within a month he was living better than he had in the old days. All was well until he made the mistake of picking the wrong pocket, that of a magus of great power, and landed himself all new trouble.

Apprenticed Anew

The magus was a human named Kassar Northellin, an alchemist and shadowmancer who was also a major player in the Emberwing Order. Kassar was amused by Shaedwyn's attempts to steal from him, but it was the young elf's latent magical abilities that drew most of the magus' attention. He released Shaedwyn with an invitation, if the boy could find his way to the top of Kassar's tower, located on a cliffside outside Altur that overlooked the Great Lake Telliosan, then Kassar would teach him the ways of magic.

Finding the hidden door from the central stairwell was complex, and involved working out a complicated runic brick puzzle in the wall, but within an hour of entering the tower Shaedwyn had solved the puzzle. Kassar was impressed, but of course did not admit it. Rather, he berated the boy for taking too long and generally acted as though he were about to throw Shaedwyn back out on the street. Instead, of course, he set Shaedwyn to some menial task and gave him a book to read. Eventually, Shaedwyn came back to him with the task completed and questions to ask. Kassar challenged his new apprentice until the knowledge was set or spell could be cast, and Shaedwyn was given a new task. So their relationship would be for years yet to come.

As Shaedwyn aged towards adulthood in the slow manner of the elves, Kassar never seemed to grow any older. It was revealed, in time, that the man had developed some process through alchemy to avoid aging. He taught Shaedwyn much of alchemy, but always the emphasis was on mentalism and shadowmancy, Kassar's magical specialties. As Shaedwyn approached his coming of age, he was also growing into a much more impressive practitioner of mage-craft. Fittingly, learning shadowmancy allowed him to elevate his skills as a thief and a sneak to wholly new levels, and he had no qualms against sneaking off, now and again, in search of new lore that might impress his master. Kassar was pragmatic enough not to ask too many questions, so this worked out. And, in this manner, so passed the remaining decades of Shaedwyn's adolescence.

A New Adventure

Shaedwyn left Kassar without fanfare or tragedy. They had no great falling out, though Kassar did not fe