Tirvaltoraiel A'vredon se'l Encare'ar-ai

The A'vredon's are a proud, and somewhat vain, family, and Tirval's personality reflects that. From his interesting manner of dress, to his occasional (read: every time a wrinkle in the cloth or speck of dust appears) use of magic to keep himself clean and in order, he's an A'vredon through and through. He has a passion for learning, though, that easily outweighs his vanity and pride combined, a 'failing' of many of the Night Mages in his family. Some people that are unaccustomed to the ways of the A'vredon's may find his use of magic to keep himself clean rather annoying. Otherwise, he's generally a pleasant man, curious to a fault, with a smile for practically everyone.

Somehow, despite his vanity, he has a way with animals that calms even the most skittish of creatures down, and he can often be found sitting in a quiet place at night, surrounded by various animals that either simply want company or to be healed.

Taking after the entire A'vredon line, all the way back hundreds of generations to Vredon, he's tall, wiry, and stronger than he looks. His hair is a true platinum blond, without the golden tint that most of his relatives have, and reaching just below his shoulder blades. His eyes are a strange, jewel like color halfway between ruby and amethyst, marking him as a night-mage, though the ruby tint is new for the family. Pale gold skin that burns easier than it tans is mostly covered by his typical clothes.

He wears a long, sleeveless coat, open in front, and colored dark ruby with an almost hypnotizing fractal pattern embroidered on it in black. Underneath the coat is a long sleeved silk shirt of the same dark ruby, the front of it covered in 'simple' patterns embroidered in black, the shirt held tight about his waist by a fishbone belt made out of what looks like jet, with a large carved ruby where the buckle would be. His hands are covered in skin tight gloves of a dark ruby color almost dark enough to be considered black, the cuffs of the gloves flaring outward and traveling up almost to his elbows, the sleeves of his shirt tucked neatly into the cuffs. Jet black embroidery forms geometric patterns on the cuffs, though the gloves are completely plain where his hands are. Black silk pants hold a subtle play of ruby color, and are tucked neatly into jet black boots with a few small bits of bright ruby designs along the tops.

A sword hangs from the fishbone belt, the sheath relatively plain, though of superior materials than many, the sword hilt is fashioned in the shape of a horse's head and neck, the head playing the part of the pommel, while the hilt itself is the beast's neck. The cross hilt is carved with the images of galloping horses, their tails twisting around and ending where the blade begins. Tiny rubies rest in the eyes of each horse.