"Uwah! Thats so cool!"
User: Christopher
Gender: Male
Role: Striker
Class/Level: Heart of Fire/10

Igneel stands at about six feet tall. His eyes are a fiery golden color, his skin rich and tanned, and body form toned and seemingly very capable in and of itself. He is only ever dressed in cloth robes, or armors, each finely craft and arcane based. As if the seemingly very random Igneel somehow was also possessing of a keen eye. However, none of that is nearly as noticeable as his hair, which waves and wavers ethereally in the wind and is entirely composed of a roiling magical flame. The flame's reddish gold hue is matched in the swirling arcane markings drawn, or possibly etched into his skin, the markings themselves are only clearly visible when Igneel is "fired up".

Mixed amongst these is a strange bird-like tattoo given to him upon leaving Thay by an un-named tutor.

Igneel, walks, talks, and carries himself like a child although appearing at least eighteen years old. His innocent demeanor and bright ever-present smile would make it very easily to describe Igneel as harmless. This...however, would be a mistake. Be it by means of his random verbal tangents, his habit for thoughtlessly running off in the direction of danger, or his under-spoken and yet almost zealous pull to all things just and right in the world, Igneel is most definitely a danger. To his foes...his allies...and himself.
Part 1: The Basics
I've been called here today Lord Thunderheart to test your capabilities for your upcoming assignment a series of test questions have been provided for me, to ask you. Please answer to the best of your ability. Do you understand? Good.
1. What is your full name?
You just said my name! Hehe, your trying to trick me. I'm onta you, next I bet your going to try and ask where we are.

2. No, this is no trick. But fine then, your answer will suffice. Next, where and when were you-- Igneel laughs....nevermind.

3. Ahem, right then. Who are/were your parents? (Know their names, occupations, personalities, etc.)
My dad's name is Szass, he's a really nice guy! He makes boney people, and silly looking puppet people, but he's not really good at it so the puppet people are always falling apart in funny ways! He made a pet for me once, he's name was Barkin's. Dad has a bunch of friends too, they all helped make me who I am today, so I could be super important. They are...Lala, Nevi, Lu, Med, Sam, and two I cant remember cause they didnt come around a lot. One said he was already their and the other said he's always been their but I couldnt find him so I dont know what that means. When I first walked, it was could Dad told me I could cause otherwise I remember sitting around on the same table a lot and looking at the Faerizz burning in the sky, I remember thinking that I wanted to be like that, all burning and awesome. So I was really excited when they said I was the Heart of Fire! Doesnt that sound really cool! Fire is the best! I saw a fire on the way in here and it was raaaaaawr! And vrrroooooosh! And then their were people spinning fire in the market for money. Have you ever seen a fire? Or have you ever talked to a fire they sound like...

As one could imagine, this train of verbal spewage continued on for nearly an hour until eventually, something fluttering outside the window caused Igneel to stop, and stare fascinated in its direction.

4. Um...hello? Lord Thunderheart? This interview really is of the utmost importance. Please focus. Do you have any siblings? What are/were they like?
Igneel remains staring out the window, his eyes moving back and forth as if fascinated by something.

5. Igneel! Where do you live now, and with whom?
I live with...

Igneel pauses, arms folded across his chest, a finger tapping his chin as he sits legs folded on a chair with only the silence of the night air and the crackle of his hair, and then finally his eyes snap open a grin splits his face and he excitedly shouts out -

Mystara! I live with Mystara now! Lemme see, in the north is Wyrmsteeth where all the dragons live! And then there’s Wendar...

6. I know! I know...I know all about the target. But you arent their yet! And when you get there, what is your occupation?
Igneel continues listing Mystaran Geography, after proximately 30 minutes having just reached Rockholme because of being caught up for 15 listing a little bit about all twenty King Everast's to exist, despite the fact that description continues 6 generations beyond the current Everast the XVth. After and hour, Igneel finishes. The interviewer, literally clutching his quill in hand with quivering palms, breaths deeply and then continues.

7. Oh...thank Nerrul. Please write a full physical description of yourself. You might want to consider factors such as: height, weight, race, hair and eye color, style of dress, and any tattoos, scars, or distinguishing marks.
Igneel creates a detained sketch of himself. Which is more aptly described as a group of scribbles with orange, red, and yellow crayons.

8. this serious? I cant even read this. Your tutors taught you better than this! Now, focus. Your father demands this interview to be a sign of your development. Lives hang in the balance. Now! To which social class do you belong?
Social class? Um...I dont know. You see a lot of people like me in markets, behind the counters.

9. You are not a peasa– oh. Well I suppose that's technically accurate. Do you have any allergies, diseases, or other physical weaknesses?
Igneel blinks, and tilts his head to the side confused.

10. Sigh. Are you right- or left-handed?
Igneel holds up both hands, palms forward.

I have both.

11. The interviewer rubs his temples, scowling....what does your voice sound li...who wrote this?!

12. What words and/or phrases do you use very freq--Ignoring the question itself, the words are simply scribbled onto the page. As he looks up, Igneel quickly stuffs something down into the folds of his robe.

13. What do you have in your pockets?
Noooooothing. Igneel giggles to himself mischievously

14. Let it stay that way. Do you have any quirks, strange mannerisms, annoying hab--Again, the interviewer stops mid-sentence simply filling in the word 'everything'.

Part 2: Growing Up

15. How would you describe your childhood in general?
I spent a lot of time sitting around on tables and listening to people, and looking out at the world. I remember moving, but not walking. Maybe, someone was carrying me.

16. What is your earliest memory?

17. How much schooling have you had?
Igneel begins counting on his fingers, and then moves to take off his shoes.

18. Enough! You've had enough! Did you enjoy school?
Igneel taps his chin and begins thinking very deeply on the subject.

19. Lets...lets just move on. Where did you learn most of your skills and other abilities?
Igneel continues starring off into nothingness, tapping his chin.

20. While growing up, did you have any role models? If so, describe them.
More tapping, more staring, no answers. The interviewer sighs and presses on, scratching several irrelevant questions and then leaves momentarily for a drink.

Part 3: Past Influences

29. What do you consider the most important event of your life so far?

Igneel says and then smiles brightly and nods.

30. Who has had the most –wait, yes?
Yes, I did have fun in school! I had really great teachers, and I learned a whole lot.

31. …. … … Do you realize I asked that question four hours ago?
Igneel slowly starts to fold his arms over his chest again and turn his head away in the beginnings of deep thought when the interviewer quickly stands up waving his hands frantically.

32. No no no! Nevermind that! What is your greatest regret! What do you regret the most? Answer that.
Igneel frowns. I regret that you wont be able to see what happens when Mystara is saved.

33. What is the most evil thing you have ever done...wait, what?

For him, the very act of being created, you short-sighted fool. The voice did not come from Igneel or any one place in the room, the voice came from everywhere at once. Projected into the room from grandeur and broadcast into the simple walls of the hall. As it was spoken, the interviewer fell silent. His hand clutched his breast as his lips lost their color and his skin filled with pallor. Carried by the sound of his last, few breaths, a figure came into view.

His body ethereal and transparent, a form adorned in robes spilling veritable magical essence while in contrast his form itself seem sapped of all signs of life. His wispy hands bone thin, and his face gaunt to point of very nearly being skeletal. Two glowing spots of necrotic light peered out from empty sockets which were affixed to a skull with only the thinnest layer of skin pasted over its edges like paint. They looked at Igneel. And then, the skull smiled, its lips like dehydrated worms creasing and cracking back over a set of aged yellow teeth.

He hadnt finished his questions...father. Said Igneel, his locked on the floor tiles. His hands, rolling over each other setting free curlicues of smoke where his skin touched skin. The last word was spoken as if it were forced, and difficult to fit past his teeth.

He had finished his usefulness. The mortal could not ascertain the truth. You are complete. No facial expressions were made as the phantasm spoke, its voice simply purveyed forward without gesture or action. And as the voice traveled, the figure with its robes ending in empty air before ever brushing the floor hovered past the corpse of the interviewer and closer to Igneel.

He did not learn it, because I held it from him. That is your success, why must it also be his failure? Igneel's eyes did not rise from the floor. In a very small perimeter around his seat the air had subtly begun to warble with heat. A visual and tangible phenomenon that the ghast across from him could not perceive.

Are you upset, that I killed him? The figure asked, but Igneel remained silent. His fists balled so tight his knuckles were solid alabaster. In seeming replay, the Lich's laughter boomed out from his still form, shaking the walls of the room and knocking loose books from their shelves like violent thunder.

Do you know how many will die because of you? A hand like the branches of a dead tree thrust forward at the Heart of Fire. Do you think then I when I bore you against my breast for that year, it was with purity and goodness in my heart?!

Igneel remained silent, his hands shaking at his sides. Lashes and tongues of flame licked at the side of his face from fiery eyes. The Lich laughed.

You were nurtured with the foolish innocence of any child. But you are not so much a fool as to believe that now. Your desire, even your end result may be for the greater good of that simple plane but, are born of darkness. As surely as the sun dawns through the void of night. The specter waved its incorporeal hand in sharp dismissal. Rise, little trinket, and begone from my sight. Lauzoril would see you before you depart, your instability is becoming worrisome.