Character's Full Name: Ith

Character's Race: Human

Character's Homeland: Isles of Gith

Character's Special Weapons and Such:
The weapon of choice is Ith's Masamune. While it doesn't have any powerful enchantments, isn't the royal blade of T'seire, is unable to grant any wishes, and doesn't sing in the heat of battle, it is quite efficient at cutting, nonetheless. It manages to come in handy when the magic arts fail.

Also to note: One magic mirror. A hand sized mirror, without a handle. No knowledge of its capabilities, except that it's been known to: Turn the looker into an orc, a hedgehog, or a fish, temporarily; Show a picture of a cheese castle; Reflect a beam of light; Reflect the stare of an opponent; Display rather sultry photographs of bare-naked chickens; Puzzle a horde of goblins; and be the object of distraction for an irritated dragon (And it didn't melt!).

Character's Special Abilities:
Ith takes it for granted that special abilities include any abilities in the magic arts. This area is thoroughly covered, at least when Ith's pride is concerned. However, every magic incantation seems to go awry, yet still manages to thwart the goals of the enemy.

The other ability is a self-proclaimed mastery of English Wording, or so he says.

Character's Strong Points: His chosen friends.

Character's Weakness':
Ith has a weakness to hedgehogs, chickens, cats, dogs, fish, GOLDfish (different classification altogether!), spiders, ants, bees, hummingbirds, humans, demi-humans, elves, dragons, mutated monsters, lil' crawly things, big crawly things, things that don't crawl, and things that generally have a sense of "thingness" about them. His biggest weakness, however, are yellow snowballs.

HIS-story:
Quite a bit of time ago, Ith founded a school of magics. A place where one could study the arts without worry of mistakes or people that were annoyed from being turned into hedgehogs. This place was a conclave, of sorts. Mages of any class could gather and practice their skills, or learn from old fogies that taught as if the world ended the next day. Ith was certainly proud of this, and made his big err: he let the pride get to his head. His right-hand man managed to slip the conspiracy by Ith without any notice, until it was rather too late. Ith found himself trapped for an eternity within the deepest pits of the school. The cage was of a fine crystal - one that managed to repel all forms of magic. As such, Ith was trapped. Hanging over the pit, endlessly staring into the depths, created a form of madness for Ith.

Far down the line, Ith's madness was finally unleashed. The shorthand version goes: What goes around, comes around. In the moment of weakness, during the struggle where the next potential student attempted to wipe off his superior, Ith seized the moment. Blasting from the cage was a mixture of every human emotion that could cycle repeatedly through hundreds of years, all focusing in on the one point that Ith needed to destroy - the Usurper. No legend has it that the deed was done, yet scholars today are still searching for Marsail's Mirror, presumed destroyed upon Marsail's Explosion.

Ith continued on, eventually forming his madness into a shape. As he left his utter failure in life, he lifted his head and looked to the future. While the future wouldn't include as many hedgehogs, it would include the many turns and twists of adventures, and the newfound friendships within the LARS and Frost Knight's clans.