Anglin Diactra

Name: Anglin Diactra
Age: 56
Species: Ilma
First Appearance: The History of Ilmgral: Book One. The Sundering of the Two Moons		Power: Anglin is of the Ilma and can control all of the elements. He was blessed though, first by Gadrika and then cursed by Agral in the hall of nurturing, to make him extremely powerful over the earth. He was said to be the most powerful wielder of stone since Crio himself.

Appearance: Anglin has a dark complexion about him, based mostly on the fact that he was touched by Agral in the hall of nurturing. He has tilted eyes and a bulbous nose. His dark black hair is pulled back and little red scales show on his face.
Backstory: Anglin was born to rule. Raised better, he may have been the best of the Ilma but Agral’s touch ever darkened his heart. He was a nervous, jealous and untrusting king, who held his throne through iron strength only. Story Excerpt: The gates opened before him and he was pushed in front, unable to fight back against it. He looked back over his shoulder at a tall member of the Ilma, dressed in the garb of the rebels of the north. Morelin gritted his teeth as he was pushed through the gate. The army of Melk surrounded him, but he had eyes only for Anglin. Even though they were family and had spent many years together, the king still frightened him. He was almost black of hair, with tilted eyes and a bulbous nose. He would never be called handsome, and his looks matched his attitude. He was obeyed through fear. Fear of his power and fear of his anger.
The almost brown eyes of Nargir examined him closely and Morelin felt his gaze drop, “Are you well cousin?” Anglin asked.
“I am.” Morelin deadpanned but he was cut off by king Nargir.
“You should talk first to me.”
Morelin turned. Compared to Anglin, Nargir looked beautiful but exceptionally frail. Almost like Anglin could call upon a small gust of wind to knock his opposite over. Nargir, of all the people of the wood, stared Anglin in the eyes, “How dare you come in force into my land?”
Anglin gave a cruel, malicious smile, “You hold one of my kin captive.”
“A spy in my land.”
“So you claim.” Anglin stepped forward and brinlon drew, arrows pointed at the king, but Anglin seemed not to notice it, “What news has he learnt that you would accuse him of such?”
“I will not speak of it.” Nargir spat.
“Then what will you speak of?” Anglin lifted his hand and behind him, Ilma lords took fire and placed it as a wall behind Anglin. They would consume the arrows if any were stupid enough to fire, “I will burn this forest false king and cut off the rebel’s routes. Already a force marches to claim Linkrun, and they will burn as they go.”