ɪsᴛᴊ — ᴛʜᴇ ʟᴏɢɪsᴛɪᴄɪᴀɴ | ᴄʜᴀᴏᴛɪᴄ ɢᴏᴏᴅ | ᴠɪɢɪʟᴀɴᴛᴇ ᴍᴀɴ | ʟᴀ ʀᴇsɪsᴛᴀɴᴄᴇ

He stalks the earth, dark with a sobered expression; an aloof creature with a silver coated tongue. Predatory with a temperament more akin to a feline than the rugged wolven form he boasts and an ego to match. Rarely do his walls falter and break for anyone; the depth of his personality is buried under layer after layer of unwavering permafrost.

Lúthien is deeply posessive and watchful of that which he claims is his though this is more often an individual and what is important to them than his own material items. His values are strong and he carries himself logically, scoffing at the belief in curses and superstition. When it comes to romance he has deemed it an unnecessary distraction partly due to low sexual desires as well as a general disinterest of attracting a partner; he also believes women are the gentler (although not lesser) sex and as such tends to be more dismissive of them, especially if they are emotional. In addition, he has an aversion to touch.

Although he prefers to avoid conflict where possible with his silver tongue and capable tactics of negotiation, in battle he is a warmonger — voracious hell with fangs; a sweeping force of destruction capable of finding vulnerabilities and gouging them open — both verbally and physically.