Bethor - One of the seven Angelic beings ruling the 196 divisions of heaven. He commands some 29,000 legions of Angels. He has a relationship to the planet Jupiter.

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Abandoned as an egg, Bethor was instilled with a deep distrust of dragons, easily able to sense if they held malice. The orphan had roamed since he had hatched, barely able to find enough food to survive. Many times, he would often stalk lone or small groups of dragons, planning out what he could steal, barely escaping the sights of Shadow scouts. For a what some would call a pest, Bethor was keen and very skilled when it came to his plans, never getting caught until he tried to steal from CLAN NAME.

The clan was relatively small and what Bethor assumed to be the leader was a frail looking imperial with a slight limp. Thinking it to be an easy target, Bethor set his plan into motion, swiftly commanding his familiar to distract. Thinking he was tiny enough to sneak by the guards, he dashed straight to the clans food stores. His claws were within an inch of the stores when suddenly he was lifted off his feet. The pearl catcher kicked his feet, clawing at his surprising gentle captor. Bethor was brought to the leader-- Congelata.

Bethor, not the slight bit afraid, gazed into the bright blue eyes of Congelata. The large ice dragon let out a sigh before telling his mate to release the pearl catcher. Keirstrider obeyed before quickly scampering to his mates side, protectively resting a wing over the fragile-looking leader. What happened next shocked the tiny hatchling. Congelata offered Bethor a place in the clan if he wished and if not, he was more than welcome to stay and eat until he was ready to depart.

The devilish hatchling grinned, planning to eat as much of the clans already lowered food stores and leave in the middle of the night. Oddly, he never followed through with his plan feeling as if this was this was where he should have been born all along. Bethor was among the first to join CLAN NAME. Congelata took the young hatchling under his wing, even teaching him the common language so he could interact with the other hatchlings. Bethor often played war with the other young hatchlings of his new clan, and even though he was was still a hatchling, his impeccable leadership skill shined through, his side winning each time. Once he came of age, Bethor began accompanying the large warriors of his clan to the coliseum.

Bethor quickly rose ranks in his clan as he became a skilled challenger for the coliseum, his battle as well as his commanding skills unmatched. With his charm, many dragons flocked under his command, ready to fight against the growing armies of shadow. Bethor was strict with his soldiers but it seemed to pay off as he began winning land back for the displaced dragons.

With Remiel's rising fame, more trainees flooded the clan, many assigned under the cocky Bethor, thus making him a huge target for shadow. Due to his invaluable leadership skills, Bethor was forced to command his troops from a distance as to avoid capture or even death by the hands of his enemies. In the end it wasn't his body that was captured, but his heart. It was a spur young skydancer whom been assigned under his regiment.