Iabor marchait dans les halles du château, c'était la quatrième réémergence qu'il connaissait le mur des halles du château. Alors qu'il avait été plus souvent dans ces salles qu'il a osé essayer de compter, il s'est rendu au bureau d'Allistair avec un minimum d'effort pour naviguer dans la foule. Comme les gens venaient de rebondir sur lui quand ils essayaient de repousser, il aiderait ceux qui sont tombés de rebondir sur lui. Ses longs cheveux blancs se balançaient derrière lui alors qu'il marchait, il était bien damé et était aussi blanc que la neige fraîchement tombée dehors. Il arrêta bientôt de voir deux personnes qui y attendaient déjà, il s'arrêta pour s'appuyer contre le mur près de la porte où il s'ouvrit. Il n'a pas vraiment essayé de parler aux deux, car il ne voulait pas interrompre leur conversation. Il a laissé un long bâillement fatigué son casque a fait écho légèrement, il n'avait pas vraiment bien dormi avant de revenir. Comme il avait dû faire un gros entretien sur son armure pour le rendre tout neuf qui l'a fait brûler pendant les heures de minuit.
Name: Iabor
Race: Daemon
Age: 250
Gender: male

Iabor's demon form is 15 feet high on his hands, and feet; while 16 feet while standing upright. With a neck reaching to about half a foot. Coming in with a weight of a whopping 1000 pounds of pure muscle. He has three tails that are about 4 feet long with hidden spines all along them that can shoot out at his enemies, and two huge smooth horns that start at the top of his head, and shoot straight back with a slight curve pointing up at the ends. He has a long head with a muzzle his lips look, and feel like hard curved teeth, inside is another set a little further back that makes him look like he has two sets of teeth. He has several markings on his face including the dark outline around his eyes that goes straight back before curling under, and pointing out in between the curves are sort of curved charm dots. His skin is smooth, and scaled most of his body is a snow white color, while his stomach down to in between his back legs is a ridged pure black color. His massive paws have three curved talon like toes, while his hands also have three thick fingers with an opposable thumb that end in curved talons. He has a wingspan of 2133cm, and are as soft as a baby chicks feathers.

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.