Anulo Vertago Tormtor

Dark violets peeked over top his canvas at the vision of his wife sitting casually as she read her book, warming over her womanly form to memorize that body only he knew well. Eyes drawn back to the painting at hand, tapered ebon fingers causing the brush in his hands to stroke the image on the canvas, splashing colors and lines together to create his Klyp on the page. A purely roguish grin began to move more on those finely chiseled dark lips, eyeing the petite blonde once again whom tamed his wild nature for the best as a particular silver lock fell to obscure the sight of his dark violet eye. Fine bristles of the brush dabbed into a soft brown shading to capture that chocolaty coloring of her skin so much different than his own ebon shading, but he could care less as he captured the innocense his wife held. Everything about this man radiated that easy and sensual nature, holding a body not overly muscled for both sides of his elven nature. Twin ebon tapered ears adorned his face to clash against the silvery hue of his hair inherited from his elven father while the rest of him was purely drow. Dressed casually in a loose flowing shirt a dark shade of blue, allowing of late the front to remain open to give that tantalizing glimpse of his dark collar bone, loose pants to adorn those nicely shaped masculine legs with hints of muscles from an old mentor of his. Such softness as he laughed at how his wife was oblivious to the fact he was painting her once again, shaking his head lightly as the brush began to place the finishing touches to his beloved's face before reaching for the splotched rag to remove the paint from his brushes a smear of pastel pink lining his forehead between strands of silver, moving away from his current masterpiece to walk over to the chair his wife seem most comfortable in to lay a kiss atop her honey head. "Mmm finish love," smiling down in those amber depths to sweep his hands towards the canvas to allow her to inspect the piece, always open to allow her viewing of everything he'd ever painted or drew.

Anulo was brought into this world by his drow mother Isto'barra. He was the only product of his elven father Skye Silverborne. Skye being Isto's favorite lover and so far the only one whom managed to lay claim to her heart, she willingly and lovingly carried Anulo. In the first few months of his conception, his mother went through hell to keep him alive. Dodging the attacks her lover's rival threw at her, Isto managed to keep herself and her unborn child alive. All for the love she felt for this man out of all, even forsaking her vow of never having children herself. Even though Isto hated the fact of growing large, she ignored it and gloried in the excitement Skye showed of being a father. His one secret desire in his lonely life. Then all of a sudden he disappeared but Isto still carried Anulo in her womb. A verbal arguement with a person she knew caused her to go into premature labor. Soon after Anulo was brought into the world two months earlier than was expected. Tiny yet with a strong will to survive and live, he was helped by the friend of his adopted mother's druidic friend Zion . Isto wanted to honor her love by giving the drow translation of his name to their only son..thus he was named Anulo Vertago Tormtor.    Sadly for Anulo's father, he did not even get the chance to witness and glory in his son's birth nor Anulo got to see his father. Skye's rival finally managed to snuff out his life before he could hold his much awaited child that he longed years for. Learning of the fate of her beloved Skye by the hands of his rival whom took much pleasure of seeking her out to gloat about it. Isto deemed herself unfit to care for her child; fearing that she could not keep him safe long enough to enjoy the world, so for Skye she abandons their son to a friend she trusted among all else..knowing the woman would do right and never judge him for his blood. Without looking back, Isto leaves Anulo in the hands of Kiirri and her 1 year old daughter (whom was half drow as well) Rhianna. Kiirri and her husband Kheldin willingly and lovingly adopted the infant, instantly falling in love with the boy's charm. He grew up there for ten long years with the Morindum children (Rhianna, Lily, and Zarran). He never questioned that Kiirri or Kheldin was not his true parents until the day Isto came back into his life. Violet eyes watch the woman whom claimed to be his birth mother as she relives the past and reasons of why she abandoned him.    He forgave her and willingly went away to live with her. There he grew up the rest of the way yet still keeping in contact with the Morindums..thinking of their children as his own sisters and brother. In his mother's home, he learned the ways of his people and fighting. A friend of Isto's also helped in his training. Vithul kept his vow and trained the young breed in the ranger's art. For this man he now looked up to as a father figure in his life. In Vithul's training he learned to use and master every weapon that was thrown in his direction.     To everyone, they believe he is only carrying the one dagger. An adamative dagger that Skye had given to Isto when she was with another lover. This is the only thing he has left of the father he never got the chance to meet or love. The only two men who are "fathers" to him are Kheldin and Vithul even though he will not tell them that or call them "father". Yet what people or the women he spends his time with never know that he is well armed. Hidden deep within his loose fitting sleeves rest a dagger on each arm as with each boot. If things get to out of hand, he will then use the hidden blade in his wrist band. Plus, if attacked when doing his art, beware of his paintbrushes.     Upon his own time he discovered much to his mother's delight that he inherited two other uncanny abilities from his deceased father. That of wonderous power and the passion of art. His spirit was like his mother, wild and free. Soon after he learned of another passion..that of the fairer sex. Using his charm, wit and suave appearances, he got many nameless beauties to come home with him or if he wasn't patient a quick tumble in the hay or some shadowed area. Sometimes he promises to paint their portrait. So watch out ladies..he's a rogue through and through.    He stays out of his mother's person life meaning the men she spends her time with for she stays out of his unless she thinks the woman not worthy. Actually he is glad for the men who occupy Isto's time for they bring her a measure of happiness of pleasing them.His heart is not one to be won so easily. He is too wild and free to be shackled down by one lady until one is bold enough to take the challenge of taming this wild rogue's spirit...and he may just yet have found her. Due to his stupidity and humiliating the young half drow woman Klyp Summergold in front of her drow father, he is now forced into a marriage with the girl.     He is learning to care for her but still his old life torments his mind. He awaits their marriage in Midsummer's thankful to her aunt Epona who was the one that locked the two into the girl in question's bedroom. So no matter what he has to learn to be around the young girl, and in doing so he may just loose his heart just like he is about to loose his freedom.    Also, during his confinement Anulo does not know what has transpired with his mother. Not knowing that she is now a slave to one particular person. But things seem to go wrong for him for his intended was raped while he was in the market place buying her something. But he is being strong for Klyp, claiming the child as his already so that no one would guess what happen to her. If that was not all, someone left a baby on his future in laws steps claiming the child was his. Thankfully for the priestess Avreal whom resides within the temple that he and Klyp has been staying, revealed that the child could not be his.. so know what to do with the baby. And the inevitable has happen, Anulo had fallen madly and deeply for his precious Klyp, marrying her finally. It was rough for a few months, afraid to touch his very wife. But thanks to her aunt's influence and drugging the both, he had finally gotten a wonderful taste and night with his wife. Things seem so blissful to the ex womanizing drow artist.