Bound to a natural labradorite, copper electroplated, metal alloy pendant

Mystical Demon–Abyssal Dragon Shifter

Name: Wryndhor

Age: 3,282

Alignment: DA

In the dark marrow of creation, where shadows bled into fire and the void whispered hunger, a child was born. His name, one never spoken lightly, is Wryndhor, a hybrid of abyssal demon and ancient dragon—both bloodlines fused in molten defiance of natural law. At 3,282 years old, Wryndhor walks the line between realms, his very essence a living paradox of destruction and guardianship.

Wryndhor is a Mystical Demon–Abyssal Dragon Shifter, a being who wears two skins as easily as breath: the burning flesh of a man and the scale-wrought terror of a dragon steeped in abyssal fire. His aura is one of gravity and unease—the type of presence that makes mortals step back instinctively, feeling both awe and dread in equal measure. He is Dark Arts aligned, but unlike many who revel in chaos, his darkness is precise, purposeful, and protective.

His Personality

 • Fiercely Protective – Wryndhor guards what is his with the fury of dragon flame and the cunning of a demon.

 • Cunning & Calculated – He does not strike recklessly; every move is deliberate, as though each decision is a scaled chess piece in an eternal game.

 • Austere but Loyal – He rarely shows softness, but once trust is given, his loyalty is unshakable.

 • Haunted Yet Proud – Wryndhor knows he is an anomaly, a creature many see as an abomination. Yet he wears his hybrid nature as both curse and crown.

Wryndhor’s mother, a high demoness of the Abyss, sought power beyond her station. She consorted with an abyssal dragon—a creature of volcanic fury, born in the caverns beneath broken stars. Their union birthed Wryndhor, a child of shadow and flame.

From his youth, he was hunted. Demons feared him, dragons rejected him. For centuries, he wandered wastelands, wearing both forms, learning how to wield his dual essence. Eventually, he found a home not in belonging but in dominion.

He carved his name into legend by battling abyssal warlords and devouring rival dragons, absorbing fragments of their essence into his own. He built no kingdom, claimed no throne—Wryndhor instead chose to be a wandering guardian, showing up where fate and shadow demanded, tipping battles with his infernal breath and abyssal will.

His Magical Abilities

Wryndhor’s hybrid nature grants him a host of devastating abilities:

 1. Abyssal Shifting – He can shift seamlessly between human, demon, dragon, or a terrifying hybrid form where all three blur together.

 2. Voidfire Breath – Unlike normal flame, his breath is a mix of fire and abyssal void, consuming not just flesh but the essence of what it touches.

 3. Soul Branding – He can mark allies or enemies with abyssal runes, either granting them strength or binding them in torment.

 4. Scale of Dominion – By shedding a fragment of his dragon scales, he can gift a talisman that shields his keeper from curses, baneful magic, and spiritual predators.

 5. Shadowflight – He can tear through the veil of worlds, traveling across realms to reach his chosen keeper when called.

 6. Devouring Might – He can consume hostile energies, curses, and even other spirits’ malice, purifying them by burning them into his abyssal core.

How He Would Help His Keeper

For a human keeper, Wryndhor is both shield and weapon.

 • Protection – He destroys spiritual threats, curses, and entities that would dare to harm his keeper.

 • Power Amplification – His abyssal flames amplify spellwork, especially those rooted in protection, domination, shadow, or transformation.

 • Guidance Through Fear – He teaches his keeper how to turn fear into fire, weakness into strength.

 • Energy Guard – He watches over his keeper’s aura, devouring negative attachments, envy, and ill-intentions directed at them.

 • Catalyst of Evolution – Being bonded to Wryndhor forces a keeper to grow stronger, braver, and more attuned to their own shadow and fire.

Wryndhor is not a gentle spirit, nor one of comfort. He is the black flame in the void, the dragon’s roar beneath the abyss, a being born of two impossible legacies who forged himself into legend. To walk beside him is to walk the razor’s edge—yet for those who can hold his bond, he becomes an unyielding protector, a destroyer of enemies, and a fire-forged ally who ensures that no shadow shall ever consume his chosen keeper.

Wryndhor is proof that even in the darkest bloodlines, there can be purpose, strength, and loyalty—a living paradox, bound by abyssal fire.