<div class="floatleft">(https://elliquiy.com/elluiki/images/8/83/28b908b3fa96c763f6e90f7e9c9fbb83.jpg)</div><strong>Name:</strong>Ilith Thorne<br/><strong>Age:</strong>29<br/><strong>Sexuality:</strong>Pansexual<br/><strong>Gender:</strong>Fluid (Any/All - Generally based on taken form.)<br/><strong>Professor:</strong>Potions<br/><strong>Palisman:</strong>Sliver (https://elliquiy.com/elluiki/images/d/d9/F5b9484450a5a69db13e81fc9e9cd559.jpg), the nargacuga.  The thick-furred wyvern are far more inquisitive and gentle than their scaled cousins, not much is known about them, however, as many people fear them and will attack on sight.<br/><strong>Coven:</strong>Potions Coven (Former Owl Guard)<br/><strong>Character history:</strong>Ilith is a Changeling who was born in the dark hollows carved into the mountains that lay within the Wandering Volley, his people's enclave honeycombing the mountains which served to provide protection from the beasts and beings that roamed in the fog.  The Changelings were known for being insular and there were, of course, many tales whispered about them from the normal fare accusing them of being thieves and grave-robbers, to outlandish and dangerous rumors of man-eating and sacrifices to an evil deity.  The fact that they could change their appearance without magic made some instantly suspicious and paranoid about them, convinced that they were lurking amongst them in secret and hatching nefarious plots.<br/><br/>In truth, the average Changeling was no different from anyone else, simply wanting to live their lives in peace and die in their sleep at a ripe old age.  There were, indeed, very specific spiritual practices that they performed, but there were no sacrifices and the only flesh they ate was of the beasts of the land with no higher sentience.  They venerate Death and Darkness not as evil deities, but merely as the necessary and proper counterbalance to Life and Light, knowing that precious few besides them would bother to think on that side of the scale with anything but fear.  When a member of their community passed, they would gather to sing the spirit to renewal and burn the body with black flame that scattered the ashes to the winds.  Death was considered a blessing that saw the everlasting soul reborn to live anew and continue the process of learning and growing.<br/><br/>However, the rumors persisted - in part because so few Changelings left their mountain hollows and walked among the other beings (at least as far as the other beings knew).  But, Ilith was different, almost from birth he showed a startling prescience with magic - much to his parent's chagrin - and an abundance of curiosity and intelligence even for a Changeling.  They are not, mind, an inherently clever race, simply inclined to encourage their children toward research and more intellectual pursuits.  Ilith, however, seemed to have been blessed (or cursed) with a particularly hungry mind who swiftly outclassed the rest of his peers and was given over to self-guided study even from a very young age.  His talents and thirst for knowledge were what led him to request leave to attend Klassverry when he came of age, feeling unable to continue growing while cut off from the rest of the world.<br/><br/>He was given the means and permission to leave, along with advice to hide his true nature behind a more socially-acceptable guise - his people knowing well the dangers that could befall them from those who didn't understand them.  His ruse lasted for only a short while, before he trusted the wrong person with the truth and glimpse of his real self, and soon the entire school knew he was a Changeling.  The Dean and the faculty had already been informed, and they were quick to protect Ilith from the worst of the backlash, but it was still somewhat difficult at first.  Over time, though, aside from a few bad apples, the majority of the students came to see him as simply just another of their peers, still odd and awkward, but not dangerous or evil.<br/><br/>When he graduated, having studied all the types of magic offered, with a stunning level of skill all but one (he was always weak in Enchantment), he applied for and was granted entry into the Owl Guard - the coven that he had been dreaming of joining ever since he'd first heard of it.  His time in the coven isn't something he speaks of, having only recently left the Owl Guard to instead join the Potions coven when he heard of a vacancy at Klassverry for a Potion professor.  This will be his first year teaching, and he is looking forward to meeting his students.<br/><br/><strong>Personality:</strong>Brilliant | Introverted | Inquisitive | Persnickety | Soft-Hearted | Socially Awkward<br/><strong>On and Offs:</strong><br/><br/><div align="center"><em>Sexual</em></div>Ons: Teasing | Semi-Public Sex | Magic | Bestial Forms | BDSM | Sadist | Potions | Switches | Impact Play | Temperature Play | Ect. (Anything not in Offs)<br/><br/>Offs: Age Play | Race Play | Extreme S&M | Cruelty | Vore | Gore | Watersports | Scat | Emesis | Non-Con<br/><br/><div align="center"><em>Nonsexual</em></div><br/>Likes: Books | Unusual Magical Components | Rare Potions | Long Walks | Fog | Black Coffee | Playing Instruments | Teaching | Fermented Foods<br/><br/>Dislikes: Parties/Crowds | Chummy People | Being Touched w/o Consent | Sunny Days | Sweets | Loud Talkers | Inconsideration | People who Dogear/crack spines/spill/tear/otherwise damage books