Name: Ira'Pikul'AnNickName: Ipa
Age: Some where around 2000
Gender: Female
Height: 6'5"
Weight: Rather muscular for a woman, 210lbs
Race: 1/4 human 3/4 dragon
Magic: Fire manipulation, Earth Manipulation.
Background: Ipa is born of two worlds, of two differnet planes of exisitance. Of her mother's side, she hails from the draconic relm of Saiosiss. Great Grand Daughter of Yarthuron, creator of the draconic relm, daughter of Asiirus of The Stone Flame, demi godess of the elements of Earth and Fire. When the first demonic invasion began, Ipa tried desperatly to help her parents in driving the forces back. When her motehr fell, and father soon after gave his life, she was driven into a deep depression, feeling that their deaths had been brought on from her weakness.
After months of dealing with the loss of her parents, she began having a series of vivid dreams. Of fire and stone, magma pits and dark earth. She would constantly find herself in the hearts of great mountains, set ablaze by the world's internal fire. Often the dreams would start with her by herself, confused and scared in the strange relm. As the days passed, the dreams became more intence, she could FEEL the fire, and the harsh earth against her are feet. In her dreams her human form was desolved, replaced rather, by a strange bipedal draconic form she was unfamiliar with.
Finaly, one fateful evening, she awoke to a firce burning, all across her body. Runes formed over her skin, burning a bright red, as though her blood had become molten rock. Eventualy the runes turned to cracks. Skin parted, turning to flakes of ash, as brilliant ruby scales took their place. Fire engulfed her room as her body changed. Many times before she'd taken the form of a dragon, but this was different, her body more resembled a dragon with a human shape.
It felt...strangely more natural than her human form, or full draconic form. The fire burned away the very reality of her suroundings, leaving her in the molten plane she'd dreamt of so many nights before. Standing at the mountain's heart was a masive beast, encompasing, nearly the entire cavern. The great draconic beast's body imited a warmth like no other Ipa had felt before. It's presance radiated power she couldn't begin to mesure.
Yet for all the strangeness that she felt in this being's pressance, her new form......it felt...familiar. The mighty dragon rumbled as it moved, lowering it's massive, ornate head to the humanoid reptile's level. The rumbling roar it let forth brought Ipa to her knees. Not with her ears, but with her heart and mind, she felt her mother's voice, telling her she was safe, that she was again with her.
The mighty dragon, the demi-godess of stone and fire, looked down on her daughter. Her sons had chosen their place as the new rulers in Xan'Thran's place, but Asiirus had yet to find a proper sucessor of her own. With her son's needed on their fatehrs' world, she'd drawn her daughter to her own.
In Ipa's mind, she heard a wonderful song, like she'd never heard before. It calmed her, even as stone drew to her body, forming armor of Sapphire and Silver. Not unlike the armor that decorated her mother's body, Ipa stood, now as Ira'Pikul'An, priestess of Asiirus.
For hundreads of years, she spent her time training in the fire relm, focusing her skill and power. She championed her mother and her relm, but she knew one day she would need to return to her father's world, to help her brother's.
Weapons: Stak'Tethet Warhammer of The Dragon God. A massive blunt weapon forged from a claw of Yarthuron
Side: Natives
