Name: Izztelhrae Rilynath
Age- 109
Gender- Male
Position- Underhollow noble
Oura'thir- Barzul

Physical appearance
Hair- chest length white hair
Eyes- Light pink
Frame- Lithe
Height- Average
Distinquishing features- Half of his face is burned so he wears a mask over the burn scars.

Personality- Intelligent and reclusive. He doesn't get out much. Very sneaky and light of foot. He has a very.. terrible sense of humor. He is fascinated with wounds and often soft spoken unless angry.

History- Was burned when he was young. Half his face is scarred so a pale mask covers half his face. His mother can't bear to look at him so he has been locked away for a long time. Nobody knows of him anymore. He is the family's secret.

The first meeting between Izztelhrae and Barzul.

Izztelhrae never expected to ever see one of the legendary beings before him. An Oura'thir, an animal of stories and tales. It's green eyes blazed as it looked at him. It's eyes seemed to strip the clothing from his body and look into his very soul. Leaving him feeling naked and vulnerable. With an orange and brown coat the Oura'thir was bigger than most companions he has ever come across. His whole body tensed as he waited to see what would happen next. As a man of a hundred and nine he has never felt so..scared? No.. sure he is sweating behind the pale half mask that covers the burn marks on his right side of his face. Yet he isn't afraid. More along the lines of apprehensive, and weary of the Oura'thir. They stare at each other for a long time. Each sizing each other up. Then the Oura'thir does a strange thing. It starts to make a sound. "Baaaarzuul." It makes this sound over and over. It isn't really a word. No.. it seems to be a sound that it makes.

It approached him then. Tensing even more it bumped it's head against his hand and rubbed against him. As if it was showing it approved of him. It's fur soft under his callused hands. He moves to get away from the Ouri'thir but it follows him. Things continue like this for a while. Him moving away the Ouri'thir following and then him stopping to look at it. Dull thuds along the rock floor of the tunnels are heard nearby as he hears his fathers guardsmen talking of him. They are looking for him. Something not unusual given the fact that his family doesn't like him to go out much. With his burned face he has become his family's secret. The son they keep out of sight. His light pink eyes turns to the Ouri'thir and he resigns to the fact that it isn't going to go away. It seemed to have decided to stick with him. "If you are staying you might as well have a name." Thinking for a moment he tilts his head."Barzul... I think I shall call you Barzul. It is after all the sound you make." Barzul seemed to like that as she bumped her head against his hand. Their eyes looked over to the entrance of the tunnel they were in as flames flickered on the walls. The guards are closer.

A soft sigh escapes him as the guards turn the corner and see him. He doesn't move as he knows it would just be a waste of energy. They seem started to see the Ouri'thir beside him and he smirks taking pleasure in the small thing. " Izztelhrae. It's time to get back to your rooms. You shouldn't be sneaking about! Come here boy!" The man's voice barked at him and he scowls. He detests that he has no freedom. Yet Barzul presses against his side and stays silent watching and assessing the guards.It is as if she is trying to reassure him or something. For a few moments the silence reigns over the group. Then Izztelhrae moves forward. The sooner he gets back the less time his father will lecture him. Yet a part of him is glad that he isn't alone anymore. Barzul chose him. If the stories are true they have a bond that is deeper than blood. Barzul walks beside him and the guards leave him room as Barzul growls low in her throat in warning. Walking ahead they make their way to his home. Yet to Izztelhrae it is his prison. Hatred burns in his heart at the sight of his home. How he wishes he could be elsewhere. Heck he would willingly join the crimson Flame if his father would let him. If he wasn't such an embarrassment to his family...He knows his father views him as such. His mother can't even bear to look at him without his mask on. The sight of his burned flesh repulses her.Striding forward he moves inside. Barzul at his heels.