Owlriel — Roleplayer Guild

Name: Iabor
Race: Daemon
Age: 250
Gender: male

Human Form

Bio:

Iabor was born a Daemon in the human world, his own mother did not wish to keep him. On the day of his birth he was abandoned to die out in the cold, he was the perfect little monster with teeth, and scales as white as snow. With wings so fluffy and soft the only one to show Iabor any kindness was a young woman, she wrapped him up in a bundle of soft cloth. Their belly was large heavy with pregnancy of her own, instead of worrying about herself she took Iabor with her to her home in the woods on the outskirts of the village. She fed Iabor scraps of meat, and milk helping the young daemon to grow. One thing Iabor was quick to notice was that the woman had no husband. On the day of his sisters birth, Iabor managed to shift into his human form for the fist time. The woman was surprised by this, but was happy as she would raise both of them to be just people.

Iabor grew up being picked on not only because of his hair, and eyes. But, because they called his adopted mother a whore. Which caused him to more often then not to get into fights, more often then not he was chased away by the men of the village. As he grew he began to developed great control over the basic elements. One rainy day, his mother his sister, and himself traveled to the city the wind and the slick road saw them hurtling off the cliff. Before they struck the floor Iabor shifted into his demon form a massive beast with white scales, and huge horns that flowed from his brow to the sky his snout massive with revealed teeth, his purple eyes glowed as he flew the carriage they traveled in back up to the road. He was the size of a horse, though as gentle as a summer breeze. His tail swished as he roared out the skies clearing as if by command. It was then that his mother understood, that Iabor was a daemon of incredible strength, one that could bring great change to the world.

It was ten years after his mothers death of old age, that the event with the demons occurred. His sister who'd grown older looking then his brother thought of what the villagers would do, so she quickly attempted to hide Iabor. Though he refused to go into hiding, he decided to fight for the humans. Even though those in the village hated him, he knew their were others like his adopted mother and sister. So using his skills over metal he created a suit of armor, and sword as to hide his true identity. Before leaving to join the fight the villagers came when Iabor was training alone in the woods. They destroyed everything they tore his sister from her home. Cursing her as a warlock, they didn't give her a fair trial before burning her at the stake. Iabor came running when he saw the smoke, his eyes widened behind his helmet, and he roared in anger shifting into his demon form the cowards ran he chased them down. He tore those he caught apart, the only reason he stopped was because he heard his families voices. They told him to keep his promise, and he agreed in return they joined him he would never be alone again.

Over the years Iabor kept his face hidden, all the while not using any of his elemental abilities. Which as he grew older began to diminish in place of pure physical strength, every human lifetime he'd vanish from the battlefield as to ensure he would not be detected. Not wishing for a repeat he would work in a secret forge providing the humans with strong weapons to slay demons with. All the while practicing his elemental magics so they wouldn't completely disappear. During the great war Iabor made himself a prominent member of the Templar, and has plans of revealing his true form.

Owlriel Member

Meh

Status

Recent Statuses

Bio

Most Recent Posts