Long ago when Irition was just a child, all the kids would call him weird
and a nerd because he would stay inside and study. They would bully him for
being small, calling him short and weak. As he grew up, his mind had been
expanded. He continued to seek enlightenment. When he became of age he
decided to walk a dark path. The path of animation. His teachings had
taught him so much about all different kinds of magics. When he animated
his first corpse infront of his peers, there were all amazed. Some could
harness fire and ice, but none of them could do as he did. He then moved to
Darkhaven where his magic was accepted, so that he could continue to grow
and expand his knowledge.
Description:
Hovering just above the ground this avian has pitch black ruffled fur,
that seems rather unkempt. His fur is spiked up on the top of his head, and
then straightened on the sides. His green almond shaped eyes peer out of
the dark fur. His body is muscular and he looks to be in rather good shape
compared to his other kin. A jagged scar starts on his right arm and leads
across his chest to his left arm, looking as if it was some kind of spiked
wire to bind him down. His arms are covered in dark runes that seem to be
shifting.
