Iblis

STATS
Name: Iblis
Gender: Female
Description: A grey-skinned demon with curly blond hair, large curved horns and bat wings. Iblis was once an angel and she still carries a few of her feathers on her body. In times of peril she can use them as a "get out of jail free" card but she only has a couple left and does not want to waste them. She is slender and about the same height as an average woman. She prefers clothes in the colour of the sky (blue, white and grey).
Personality: Iblis might not be a queen or duchess, she is ranked as a princess and she enjoys all the prestige that comes with that title. Iblis is haughty and self-confident. There is no doubt in her mind that she is better than others and that she'll go far. She was once loved by the divine and is now loved by darkness as the fire that can bring both warmth and destruction. As volatile and mercurial as her element, Iblis can be both sweet and cruel and usually shifts between the two in a moment's notice.
Demon of: Fire
Powers: Born out of Fire
Original domain: The Heavens
Number of followers: 910

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DENIAL AND TRAVEL
Iblis felt angry for a while that Nairyg had not allowed her to stand for her babies. She'd done so well with Elir. Well sadly he'd died but all had ended up fine in the end. And hydras were supposedly much tougher than humans. Miffed, she'd returned to Gremyne. Although she'd not found her place again. Her old routines seemed pointless. She'd visited Ninurta, Bune and Eligor on the Abstract Destiny but they'd still been waiting so they had not been able to tell her much.
But now that the way lay open to her, this princess was going to look for her own fortune. Maybe throw a fireball or two when the occasion presented itself. Her mood boosted by the plan, Iblis went to plot.
First she decided she needed to know what she wanted. She'd just been following before but she'd much prefer to chose her own fate. But to chose she must first know. And currently there was only one place that she knew had dragons. So back to the Abstract Destiny it was. The clerk she stopped appeared to be wary of her.
"Do you know of other dragon adoption places?" she asked unceremoniously.
"That depends, what are you looking for?" the clerk answered not daring to look at her directly.
"I want strong, fiery and long-lived. No weaklings. I want a dragon that can keep up with me."
The clerk swallowed visibly and then squeaked: "You might want to try your luck at the Bower. I recall they have a firebird-phoenix clutch."
Iblis let the clerk scurry away. He was forgotten in an instant but what he'd said made her excited. Firebirds. Now that was promising and would be so much better than a hydra. Now she just needed to get there.... Iblis started looking for someone who could give her directions.

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BONDING
"Is this where I find dragons?" Iblis had asked, blunt and as on-schedule as she had been when she'd first found the Abstract Destiny's hatching clerk. A human-looking creature with crackling blue skin and an incandescent bone structure squared off against her and looked her up and down.
"That depends," a lilting, feminine, crackling voice emerged from somewhere around its skull. "What do you want a dragon for?"
"For fortune," she replied immediately, with confidence. "For someone who can keep up with me, who can handle a little fire and darkness."
The being didn't have brows, but the glowing pinpricks of light where its eyes would be levelled on Iblis for long enough that it was clear-- if she did have them, her brows would be quirked. "Oh, is that all?"
Iblis, irritated, snapped, "of course it isn't, but I've taken on a child for less, and he grew up quite well." She squashed the feeling of trepidation that tickled the back of her mind. Eligor was no longer her son in the same way he had been when he was a child. He had been too fragile, and she had failed him. She needed to know that, where she was going, there would never be a repeat. Too, being interrogated like this by yet another mother of another clutch, like she needed to prove herself-- she, the Demon Princess of Fire!-- made her resent the fact that she might be turned down again.
So, Iblis did not drop her gaze, and she didn't relent, and the blue, crackling fire being gave a little huff of amusement. "It's unconventional," it allowed, "but at least it's honest."
At this moment, a pale little kit with pale yellow flecks of sparkling light in its pearly fur peeked out from the hall and gave Iblis a look. Though his eyes were gold, not the dark brown of Elir's, he had that same good-natured look. It was hard to describe the feeling she felt when he made eye contact. But he trotted out, ignoring the fire being's remonstrations for sneaking out of the den too early. He sat before Iblis and curled his long tail, and his fiery feathers, around his feet, and he said, "I want to go far, and I want to learn about the world. Will you help me? If you will, I'll go with you."
Iblis looked down on him. He wasn't much to look at; standing on all fours his shoulders only came up to her hip. And, though his feathers were absolutely drenched with a liquid kind of fire that licked up and down their lengths, he was gawky, and looked like he might be fragile. The twist of her lips made her opinion plain. "What's your name?"
Doubt coloured every word.
"I'm Thefeon," he said, and he got to all fours again, spreading his wings to make himself look larger. as he did, he accidentally nicked a wall, and it disintegrated-- the stone of it, mind-- into blackened ash. "...Whoops."
The blue being sighed. "Thefeon has a lot of growing to do. He has some powers that require adept handling, doesn't he?"
"...Yes, mama..."
"And so his caretaker will need to be proofed against not only his flames, but some of his more destructive capabilities. Oh, he will go far... but you must be patient with him and help him master his skills."
Iblis' doubts melted away, bit by piece. "Thefeon," she said, "you'll do. Come with me."
Finally. She could begin the next portion of her plans.

STATS
Name: Thefeon Chxalli
Parents: Phoenix Dragon Hybrid Chice Chxalli x Firebird Dragon Feuerzer
Origin: The Bower (Clutch 21)
Description:
     *Sex: Male
     *Adult Size: Medium (10'6" at the shoulder, 34' long)
     *Colour: Fiery Opal
Personality: Pragmatic, Playful, Energetic
Abilities:
     *Verbal Speech
     *Limited Destruction powers - very limited control over the ability to break things down into their component parts. The destruction is usually minor.
     *Immortality (Phoenix) - using a pyre of appropriate fire can be reborn anew. Ages normally. Rebirth can save phoenix from old age or fatal wounds.
     *Long Life Span (450) - barring accident or illness
     *Psionics (Telepathy - Teleportation - Telekinesis)
     *Grant temporary Invulnerability (Phoenix Tears) - lasts up to one week, tears must be caused by real distress or sorrow. (No resurrection).

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ADULTS
"Look Iblis!" Thefeon called as he lighted the pyre.
Iblis looked as the flames consumed her bond. Far from being concerned or worried, she waited for the blaze to peter out. And there Thefeon was again, looking as clean and pretty as the day they'd first met.
"Seems like you're getting the hang of it!" Iblis encouraged.
The pyre was a very useful phoenix technique after all. So far they'd proven that it healed small scratches and wounds. it should heal a lot more but fortunately, Thefeon had not yet been in need of critical healing. Some of the dungeons however bore his marks as he'd been quite clumsy as a young dragon. Of course things had gotten better after Iblis had purposefully enlarged some of the subterranean areas. Not just for Thefeon, the other dragons had been part of the equation too (though admittedly, a small part).
"Next I'd like to train my Phoenix Tears." Thefeon said excitedly.
"Uhm, I'm already quite immortal." Iblis said, "I don't think they'd have an effect on me."
"Aren't there humans around to practice on?" Thefeon suggested.
"Probably. We can always go out looking for fire."
"Would smoke be enough to count as real distress?" Thefeon mused.
"There's only one way to find out!" Iblis replied.

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[STORY] -^^^- [BELIAL] - [BUNE] - [IBLIS] - [PHENEX] - [BUER] - [NINURTA] -^^^- [ELIGOR]

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