<strong>Name:</strong>Maideth Maernlylth<br/><br/><strong>Alternate Name(s):</strong>N/A<br/><br/><strong>Title:</strong>Head Royal Guard to the Unseelie<br/><br/><br/><span class="bbc_u"><strong>Physical Description</strong></span><br/><strong>Hair Color:</strong>Shoulder length and black with silver trails along it.  He has bangs covering one eye in a similar manner as the color around his hair.<br/><strong>Eye Color:</strong>Red and Black with alternating rings of orange<br/><strong>Skin Color:</strong>Ashen<br/><strong>Glow Color:</strong>A dark redish aura that is tainted black to the eye.<br/><strong>Age:</strong>Unknown<br/><strong>Height:</strong>6'6"<br/><strong>Ancestry:</strong>Pure Sidhe<br/><strong>Marks of Power:</strong>None yet<br/><strong>Hand(s) of Power, if known:</strong>Fire<br/><strong>Additional Power(s), if known:</strong>Can speak with spiritual beings<br/><strong>Court:</strong>Unseelie<br/><br/><strong>Godhead, if known</strong>: Beli of Death and Sun<br/><strong>Place in Story:</strong>Head of the Royal Guard, Aria's personal guard<br/><strong>Special Stuff:</strong>The Reapers - These are a pair of daggers that Maideth has on his person at all times.  The blade of one is silver and the other has a blade of black.  It has been rumored that the color of the blade that ends the life of the individual decides their fate in the underworld for them.  Of the lives that the blades have taken, he has noticed different expressions on the faces of those slain depending on the one they were killed with, so he assumes the rumors are true.  The daggers have been passed down his family for generations.<br/><br/><br/><strong>History:</strong>He was once the child of a great Sidhe family that lived the life of guarding whoever the royal family was.  He was proud and honorable, but quite the conceited and foolish one in his family.  It was some time ago that a young warrior made the great mistake of letting his physical desires get the best of what was right.  He left the mounds and slept with a human girl of roughly the same age.  They were young and foolish and in the heat of their passion, she was elf-struck.  He was never considering anything serious, but as time went on and he started to see her less and less, she started to crave it.  He could not afford to let himself be seen with an elf-struck woman following him around when he was outside his home, so he sought council.<br/><br/>Just outside of their land, lived an old Fae who was intelligent and much more educated than any of the scholars involved in the wars of the Seelie and Unseelie.  Seeking his advice, he left and was predictably followed by the woman.  What he ended up learning was that he should never be as foolish as he once was.  It wasn't too long of a trip to the old Fae, but the woman kept pestering him, craving his attention and his touch and it got to the point that he could hardly handle it, but pressed on until they arrived.  She repeatedly held him and made advances even while he spoke with his council and his eyes filled with rage as he turned and grabbed her wrist and went off on a tangent.  Eventually, steam began to come out from her eyes and even from her pores until she no longer had life left in her and she withered much faster than he had ever heard tales of elf-stricken women before.<br/><br/>The old Fae told him what that power was and how it must have been that the godhead had manifested within himself.  He finally departed back for his home changed.  Not a single member of his family or any of the court he had come in contact with knew of the woman he had bedded outside their home, but all could see the change in his attitude once he had found out about this curse he now had.  From that point on, he looked at a bracelet given to him on that day with the image of a black sun.  He has lived with the regret, never seeming to age a day from when the events first transpired.