"Moriquendi who is as Feanor" the Basamo who stole the sparkles of the silmarils.
He harbors a great hatred for the free races. Especially those Elves who saw the light of the two trees. He has so much experience with so much pain, that he cannot feel sympathy, only the most modest empathy.
Hithras wears a fantastic suite of mithril, with chainmail of such fine and minute rings, it nearly feels like cloth. Over this chain tunic he wear plates of a dark, ruddy metal, from east of Mordor, in plates much like the armor of the Noldor, only skewed in darkness, spiked and vicious. His many interlocking plates of armor, resembling the style of Rohan, cover the shining mithril. His breastplate is made of two plates, each with a tree decorating it. All of his armor is then wrapped tightly in haradrim wrappings, black with embroidery of the black speech.
A huge cloak engulfs his form, far blacker than night. On his brow is a symbol he created. In dark iron it is his name in his own script, like a fell sarati, it casts a shadow over his face, and holds his hood in place. His gloves are leather, with dark iron plating, but obviously some ancient elven grace is on him, for he can move as though wearing nothing.
At his back is a huge bow of shining mithril, he is often called Moonbow for it, as it is a crescent of light against his pure blackness. Approximately eight quivers are about him, each with a unique set of arrows. The string of his bow lets out a most horrifying ring when struck. A set of morgul blades are tied to his person, though no one gets so close.
Hithras was once a Moriquendi, incredibly wise, but with a love of Middle Earth too great to answer the Valar, but he did not fade like other elves, he was already in shadow. It is said that he has explored the entirety of the continent of middle earth, and has a map of it for Morfit.
Strangely, when the silmarils were taken by Morgoth, Hithras was utterly against him. Yet stranger still, was that he was never called a Moriquendi again after the war with Morgoth, yet most peculiar, he gained an incredible amount of power after this time, and became as the elves who had seen the light of the trees. Apparently, a sparkle of the silmarils was caught in three separate dew drops, and he had seen them, and was inspired by them.
It is unsure what happened to that sparkle of a reflection of the two trees. Only now has he turned to evil, and become a servant of Morfit. He became a Basamo truly, though, when he crafted his arrows. Each one is foully cursed, and he has tied a mist to each arrow, and bent them to Morfit's will, he serves him utterly, probably because of the aforementioned dew drops.
The arrows of mist can fly farther than any human or even elven projectile, and each mist can have a different effect on the area it is let loose on. From such a discovery, Morfit essentially knighted him, giving him even more power than millenia of training can give.