Plegethon

Plegethon- river of fire in Hades

Plegethon is more of an intellectual than a fighter. This doesn't mean he's useless in battle, however. He's extremely smart and clever, and other dragons look up to him greatly. He's soft spoken and gentle, though if it's for the sake of the clan he's prepared to do anything. He always has helpful advice for any dragon who needs it.

Born in the Shifting Expanse, he was sold to a clan in Arcane very soon after his hatchday. He didn’t remember much of Lightning, but he was always attached to the thought of progressing through time. It was his irregular nature that first attracted Styx to him.
“Plegethon,” She would say to him “Tell me about Lightning, and I’ll tell you about Plague.”
“I don’t remember Lightning.” he’d say back. “And you said you didn’t remember Plague.”
She laughed, her red eyes glinting. “Maybe. But I’ll pretend to know everything there is about it.”
He frowned. “What’s to know about it besides rot and muck?”
She made a face “And what’s to know about Lightning besides copper wire and being shocked all the time?”
“Fair.” he said, and she would laugh, coiling and twisting her dark body in the graceful way Spirals did.
They loved each other greatly. They spent all of their time together, talking and laughing. He loved her for her cheerfulness and kindness, and she loved him for his wit and quiet intelligence. They were perfect for each other.
They had one nest, with two perfect hatchlings. They grew up strong, with Arcane pink eyes like his and Styx’s had been combined. They were exalted a few weeks after birth, and Styx was given to an Ice clan.
She was taken from him, ripped away like his heart from his chest. Torn from that happy life in Arcane with him and taken by an Ice clan far, far away.
He never saw her, her with the red eyes and the dark twisting, spiraling body, again. He wasn’t even there when she left. He never said goodbye to his love. She was lost to him, and he never saw her again.
After that he was never the same. The other dragons in his clan saw him turn from happy and in love, to sullen and quiet. He never spoke, barely ate. He stayed in the Arcane clan for a month more, long enough to raise another nest with a Ridgeback from Lightning, and then he begged his clan to let him leave. He couldn’t live in the clan anymore. Not in the same home where he had lived and loved Styx.

It tore him apart to say goodbye to her, when he finally came to grip the fact he would no doubt never see her again. He tried to forget those memories he had of before. When he was saying goodbye to his love for the last time, he pressed a kiss against his pearl, where he had so many memories of his time with Styx.
“My love, I will continue to live. I will live, and lead this clan. And I will always love you. My dearest Styx. May the Eleven smile down on you, however far you go from me. My love will be there with you always."

The best thing is that the greek goddess Styx was in love with Plegethon the river, but was consumed by his flames. She was eventually reunited with him. Styx was exalted to the Arcanist, but Plegethon doesn't know about that. It's best that he doesn't.