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Description

Personality
I'os is very wise and kind, some might even describe him as 'too happy'. He enjoys talking with people and learning there stories, as well as relating his own.
Equipment
I'os does not use much in the ways of weapons, relying on his magic to get him through in a pinch. He uses his wings, who's feathers are hard as steel, for defense, flight, and even offense, as the feathers are sharp.
History
I'os is old, very old, and is kind as a result of seeing the world, or worlds rather.
(more to come)
I'os pushed the bar's weathered door open with one raven-feathered wing. he stepped in swiftly, wings fluttering slightly, dispersing the heat from the outside world.
I'os watched this violence unfold and blinked sadly. he thought to himself as he strode to a seat at the bar.
I'os noticed Whisper and smiled kindly. "Hello there." he said, wings ruffling a bit.
I'os blinked as Beau flicked whisper's head. "Interesting."
I'os realized he was probably intruding and so stood and flexed his wings. He sensed someone interesting coming anyway. "Well, so long." he said to the two and strode off.
I'os shrugged. "I'm not sure. I remember when this place was first built," He closed his eyes in recollection, "it was a cathedral."
I'os shifted. "Actually, it was a Satanist church," he shrugged, laughing.
I'os chuckled, grinning widely. "What's the matter, Ba'al? Not like being tricked?" He winked.
I'os 's raven feathers ruffled as if caught by a breeze. "So how goes your travels, old friend?"
I'os shakes head, laughing unbelievingly. "You're such and extremist, Doomsbreath." crossing his arms behind his head he added, "Travelling."
I'os rolled his neck. "Ah, here and there. And I know you were in Dargur, I got blamed for all those pregnant school girls!"
I'os chuckled exhasperatedly. "You've got a problem, Ba'al." He then winked, "But I do agree."
I'os laughed hartily. "Oh yes."
I'os shook his head. "You know south of the border always bothers you."
I'os layed a hand on his massive friend's arm. "Now now, Ba'al, let's not beat the humans."
I'os spun at the electric bolt and formed a swirling blue sphere of aura. "Hey now."
I'os 's wings folded around him and absorbed the electricty. "That's not very nice."
I'os rolled his neck a moment before his wings thrust out, dispersing a shield around him and his friend. "Just ignore the meddler."
I'os thought for a moment. "Now... good question."
I'os laughed until he was bent over, wheezing. "Oh...god Ba'al...don't you remember the Sistine chapel?"