Indra Svargaloka

Indra Svargaloka (インドラ スヴァルガロカ, Indora Subairugaroka)

Personality
Indra is such an extraordinarily complex individual that trying to describe him in a singular fashion is impossible. There are different but notable persona's that he dons in how he interacts with the world. Each one appears almost as if they were separate entities, different in how he characterizes and conducts himself, but they are all true aspects of him, just taken to an extreme. However few know these sides of him because his general demeanor is less than welcoming. Having spent seven years on an island where everything is trying to kill you left Indra somewhat underdeveloped with regards to social interaction. To the average person Indra is cold, and menacing, his very presence unsettling and his gait predatory. He speaks as though he is choosing each word carefully but when spoken they are deliberate, and commanding. As though wrapped in the haze of death that he had dealt daily to the beasts he hunted and whom hunted him in turn, his personality appears deathly quite, and contemplative, but decidedly lethal if provoked. For this reason Indra has difficulty interacting with others to any length save the occasional Dark Mage, assassin or sapient beast.

The Explorer
Indra is the child of exploration, adventure, and mystery. His parents took him all over the world of Fiore, traveling to other continents searching for lost treasures, ancient ruins, and dungeons buried in old caverns. They told him stories of civilizations long since past, of wonders few have ever seen of the world and he fell in love with the life. Even after he was marooned on the Dread Isle, it did not quench that sense of wanderlust and thirst for knowledge. He has all the curosity and naivety of a young boy who still believes in the romance and thrill of adventure. He explored Enca Isle, ventured into its caves systems, hiked across its tallest mountains, and swam through its deepest waters. In those moments between life and death, of being hunted, injured or hungry he would dream. His imagination would often wonder at what marvels would he see the next day or the next week. Despite the terror and uncertainty of his life, in many ways Indra was thrilled at the prospect of discovering something new. Danger had become normal to him, to such an extent that fear of the unknown was a comforting partner to the lonely boy. There is nothing that excites him more than discovering something lost or new. Unearthing the civilizations of the past has become a lifelong goal of his. There is so much about the history of the world that is muddled, and hidden. How did the Dragons come to rule over humanity? Whatever happened to the gods? There are caches of technology and magic once lost that are only now being discovered. What was civilization like for humanity five-hundred agos? A thousand years ago? These questions and more dominate his mind, and he is keen to revealing that answer. It is only when speaking about this passion, that his entire demeanor changes. His face is lit with emotion, his body animated and his voice full contagious excitement. Gone is the wandering loner whose brooding eyes sweep across the horizon but an explorer on the cusp of adulthood brimming with energy and youth.

Early Childhood
Born to an archaeologist and magical historian, Indra was raised on the tales of cultures and civilizations long lost to the throes of history. He spent his youth abroad, never settling into one place too long. Together with his father and mother they would explore ancient ruins, dungeons and caverns. Dangerous but exciting to the young boy, Indra was filled with joy and happiness at the wonders he saw. Inheriting his parents natural sense of naivety and curiosity, he was taught a myriad of survival skills, investigative skills, languages and all manner of trivial information relating to exploration. Enamored by the adventurous lifestyle of his parents he longed to become an explorer, discovering lost artifacts and unearthing the mysteries of the world.

Alas, tragedy would befall him and his family while on expedition. Their lives would be swiftly and violently ripped away, while he drifted to shore on the most feared and dangerous region in all of Earthland - Enca, the Isle of Storms. That expedition had begun like any other, his father a renown archaeologist was frequently petitioned by guilds and other organizations as a consultant. This particular guild had spent the better part of thirty years analyzing the chaotic weather patterns and history of the famed Dread Isle. In their findings they discovered several anomalies, weather patterns that were at first deemed erratic were later found out to be what could only be reasoned as deliberate. Someone or something was on the island and had the ability to alter its weather systems.

Confident in their research, and at finally having uncovered the madness of the island's long thought mystery, they desired to venture to the isle and make the greatest scientific discovery in centuries. Indra's parents shared the guilds enthusiasm, and having mapped the chaotic pattern of the storms, they set off. All went according to plan, for the vessel had braved the tempestuous sea's for longer than any before it. Then the storm took on a life of its own, and in their hubris, their ship was smited by thunderous lightning as though the heavens were meting out divine punishment for daring to intrude on this sacred isle. The ship was ripped in half by torrential forces, lightning cracking its hull, and rolling waves drowning all that was left.

Indra was saved from this ghastly fate by the intervention of his parents, who made the ultimate sacrifice to see their love, their legacy and child saved from their mistake. Left adrift at sea, it seemed that death would have been a mercy, and so he drifted until darkness claimed him. When he next awoke it was to the roar of a beast howling in the distance. Through bleary eyes he found himself on a beach, the air smelt strongly of ozone, and his body racked by exhaustion and hunger. Any normal child would have died given the circumstances, for Enca is a place where no human treads and lives, but Indra's sole saving grace, was the courage and knowledge given to him by his parents. Before panic could override his senses, self-preservation mixed with the knowing of what he needed to do to survive guided his hand. So the young boy, frightened but determined, stood upon that sandy beach, and ventured into the wild of the Dread Isle.

The Isle of Storms
Survival. With his parents dead, the crew likely having suffered a similar fate as well, he was all that was left. Having suffered such devastating loss, he had nearly given up, but the final act of his parents sacrificing themselves for his life kept such dark thoughts at bay. Almost mechanically he began taking stock of his supplies, of the lay of the land, and began the arduous journey of his lifetime--- surviving the Dread Isle. It was here, on this god forsaken island that he discovered why no man had set foot on this island and lived to tell the tale. Towering behemoths the size of buildings grazed its fields, tusks and jagged horns alight with raw magic. Predators stalked its forests with preternatural grace and cunning, fading in and out of sight. Fauna every bit as lethal as the monsters that prowled their home waiting to catch their next meal.

It was a veritable death trap, the air itself thick with ozone buzzed with unrestrained magical power, that it nearly made him dizzy. He was just a human, a child at that, so what chance did he have to survive this? For how long could he survive out here in this wilderness where only the strongest, and deadliest creatures seen in centuries called their home? Terror beyond anything he had ever known gripped his heart, but the training and survival skills instilled in him won out in the end. When faced with overwhelming odds, where the environment itself is as much an adversary as its denizens, Indra did the only thing a human could do in the situation. He got creative.

Though the island was home to a number of exotic plants and species, most were simply aberrations of the normal variety that had adapted to the conditions of the island. Adapting human ingenuity to his purpose, Indra fashioned tools from whatever he could find, scavenged after predators and leveraged his resources and higher thinking as best he could. Magic was something that he too was born with, having a mother as mage ensuring the line unbroken. So it was with great earnest that he leveraged that advantage as well, using Archive Magic to map out regions, keep notes on edible plants, poisonous ones, the hunting grounds of predators and as a system to scan and forage for his food and shelter.

Using Artisan magic he fashioned weapons, clothing and traps to defend himself. To his astonishment he very quickly discovered that the creatures of this isle were notoriously durable, highly resistant to many forms of offensive magic and in possession of senses far more developed than an ordinary human. It was not uncommon for his home to be detected despite the best wards and traps he could erect. It was a near daily occurrence that had a brush with death. Several times he had nearly died, a mistake there or being in the wrong place at the wrong time. He remembers in vivid detail how he would sometimes crawl his way to safety, his body bleeding and broken, the daunting severity of his situation becoming all the more hopeless. In those moments where his life hung on the precipice of death, a cold fury would take him, a single mindedness to defy the death the isle wished upon him. So he endured, he prevailed and he lived.

After several months he had begun to settle into a routine, though the isle still bordered on disgustingly lethal, it had become manageable. No longer were his days a frantic blur of heart-gripping terror, dashing from one safe home to the next, but of a practiced meticulous hunter who did what nature had forged him to do. It was at this point where his hectic struggle of survival had become normal, that once again his life would forever change. As winds buffeted him from all sides, the sky turned black as night, a thunderous deafening roar resounded throughout the isle. There above him in all its majesty, was a living force of nature, the embodiment's of Gaia's strength and power, her herald and harbinger, her sentinel and instrument of chaos; the almighty dragon.

The Sky King
Indra's first encounter with the King of Storms was akin to finding oneself in the midst of a natural disaster. No enemy he had faced thus far could even hope to compare to the overwhelming power that washed over him as the tyrant dragon descended on him. The weight of its presence had nearly shattered his mind as the palpable magic emanating rolling off it was a visible force. Instincts forged over countless generations screamed in his mind kick-starting his own reaction before he could even think. Using the link he had to his traps he immediately set them off whilst casting a concealment charm on his person and fled, hoping in the face of certain death he could survive. At the time all he could recall was a sense of vertigo before his world was cast into blinding light, and booming thunder. When he awoke, it was in a cavern that he distinctly recalled being dozens of feet below ground. As he gazed around himself, all he could see was a scorched earth stretching out for miles. The dragon had annihilated the region he had been on, and he had survived on blind luck. Thanking whatever gods out there for his life, Indra once more left to scour the island for a safe haven, but it was not the last time he would encounter the dragon.

Time and time again the mythical beast would appear before him, though on subsequent visits it seemed to have taken a perverse interest with merely playing him. It did not rely on the god-like power of the storm to call forth divine retribution, instead it cleaved through forest with its massive claws, slamming the earth with its tail and reshaping the isle as new fault lines cracked over its surface. Each encounter was its own harrowing experience, a crucible of death that tested him to his limits and beyond. He hurled ever spell, sprung every trap, tapped into every ounce of cunning he could to outmaneuver the dragon in its attempt to kill him. It was just like his first few months on the island. Days passed by with him paralyzed by fright that should he move the beast might catch his scent. After several months of this, he came to the realization that the dragon was toying with him, that it enjoyed this as a game. Rather than be angered by this, Indra found that he was instead relieved. This wasn't some mindless beast hunting him down, it had sapience. Cruel and vicious beyond sure, but it also meant he could once again leverage the only thing humans have in abundance. Unpredictability. And after honing his magic, reflexes and abilities against this creature he had that in spades.

So rather than flee, he would sometimes set traps and attempt to engage the dragon in combat. Other times he left tribute, which were of course properly trapped and triggered to blow up in its face. There were encounters where he was friendly, laughing whilst evading the beast, howling with mirth as he danced around its attacks. On darker days he would scream till his lungs burned, cursing the dragon for its tiresome game. Above all, he never tried to be predictable, when the dragon expected him to run, he fought, when it thought he would fight, he would run or hide. To his shock he succeeded more often than he lost, but that was fine in his mind, because he knew that this was a game, and as long as he continued to play, he could survive. Three years passed in this fashion, and by this time he was now a young man on the cusp of adulthood.

It was at this time that the game Indra had grown so accustomed to changed. Once more the King of Storms appeared before him, but it did not engage him as it usually did, rather the being spoke, and with it all preconceptions he had about the dragon were validated. It was as vain as he imagined, actually more so, which was an impressive feat in of itself. It spoke in varying tones of amusement but it was mostly condescending. Still it had been some time since he had last spoken to another beyond himself and he was quite frankly starved for any kind of social interaction. So they conversed, discussing all manner of things, and to his delight the King of Storms now known by its name Vritra was a surprising repository of knowledge long lost to the human world. Though it had begun dialog, that did not mean the game between them was over. Now Vritra would forewarn Indra of his impending attacks and remarked that it would expect to be surprised. Taking such a warning as gospel, Indra endeavored to ensure that the King of Storms remained amused by the hunt, lest it lose interest and slay him where he stood.

Thus the game continued and on occasion Vritra would forgo battle and test the mettle of Indra's mind. They debated hotly on the topics of humanity, its history and place in the natural world order. They discussed contemporary notions, philosophy and the history of the world. Through this dialog, Indra came to grasp with all of his humanely intellect the alien mind of a Dragon. Timeless and seemingly immortal, Vritra's perspective on life and the world was beyond anything his mortal mind could wrap itself around. For Indra it was his own travels that intrigued Vritra, whom found his adventures through ruins to be amusing when he would unravel their mystery. The topic of magic however would prove to be the catalyst, as Vritra would reveal how much had been lost through the ages. It further explained how weak humanity had become, magically speaking and that no amount of effort would ever allow them to regain the glory they had lost. Personally Indra had felt that Vritra was grandstanding as usual and rather than stay silent on the matter, challenged the mighty dragon. That it would be he would discover these lost magics and obtain the skill and power to defeat even Vritra. There was a moment where the look of shock on the dragon would mean his immediate death, but instead he was rewarded with bloodied ears as Vritra roared with laughter, its voice like the crack of thunder. So amused by his declaration, the King of Storms bestowed on Indra the ultimate gift- knowledge, and understanding.

Indra had survived three years against Vritra's assault, had not only weathered but thrived in the magic rich environment of the Dread Isle, but the Dragon King's own mighty presence. Now? Indra could engage in such conversation without his mind disintegrating at such close distance. Indeed his body had been forged by natured, tempered by the hammer that was Vritra and reborn as something more. His body had undergone changes he had thought natural, but upon revelation were a necessary ritual to learning the very magic that was Gaia's chosen. He had at his fingertips the very basis of Dragon Magic and with it the freedom to choose his own path, to build his own destiny. It was a gift with an unspoken promise; that Indra would endeavor to reach his stated goal, or die trying. Vritra would now and forever be the final adversary of Indra. Oddly enough he was quite satisfied with this resolution. Thus he began his training in harnessing the power at his disposal to mold a magic capable of standing on equal ground with the fearsome King of Storms.

Mantle of the Slayer


Vritra did not offer to teach Indra his own unique brand of Dragon Magic, nor did Indra ask. He had vowed to defeat Vritra and acquiring Lighting Dragon Magic would have been moot. Regardless of his efforts, or talent it was impossible to close the several thousand year gap between them in terms of skills and understanding of that element. Vritra had long since mastered his own power, so attempting to turn it against its sapient embodiment would have been a fool's errand. Instead Indra looked elsewhere in nature, traversing the island, until he witnessed a strange phenomena. Across the main isle, was Mount Meru, the harshest and perhaps deadliest region of Enca. Glacial winds, endless snow storms and frigid temperatures ensured that few if any life survived on its shore. But to him, Mount Meru was the answer he had been looking for, the frozen mountain may as well have been its own kingdom, one not even Vritra had conquered, though that may have been because it lacked the sport Vritra enjoyed. Still it represented a source of power that could in time equal the King of Storms. His destination in mind, Indra prepared himself, gathered all the necessary supplies and set off.

Mount Meru was a monstrosity in of itself, a nightmarish mountain composed of five peaks, each their own private hell. To even access the island one had to cross the churning sea whose temperatures were so cold as to be liquid ice. Save for the most resilient beasts, few if any creatures could survive its waters. And even should one manage to cross the ocean separating the mountain from the main isle of Enca, the mountain itself was even more dangerous. Each peak was composed of a staggered array of sheer cliffs, howling winds powerful enough to hurl behemoths off its tundra, blinding snow storms that made navigation a crucible in of itself, as well as the most vicious and cruelest of the species native to Enca. To Indra whom had survived three years against the onslaught of Vritra, Mount Meru felt like home.

Indra would have liked to believe that surviving for years on the main isle of Enca would have prepared him for Mount Meru. He would have liked to say that even the constant assault by Vritra would have warned that things can and will be worse. Unfortunately none of those had come close to adequately preparing him for the hell that was Mount Meru. The journey itself had nearly ended before it even began, when a sudden storm had upturned his small vessel, sending him plummeting in the frigid sea. The moment his body hit the cold waters, he nearly went into shock. The sudden change in temperature was so drastic as to be a violent, mind crippling experience that his mind momentarily shut down. His body drowning was the only the reason he even had the sense to swim to the surface. But the rapid splashing had drawn the attention of Enca's more infamous undersea terrors, a colony of flesh eating fish each the size of a human with gaping maws and teeth like jagged daggers quickly went after him.

He barely escaped with his life when he summoned his reserve of spare meat from his pocket dimension as he scrambled for his vessel. He had just managed to flip it over and begin crawling inside when he felt a piercing pain in his leg. Wrenching it out of the water he was greeted to the sight of one of the flesh eating fish attempting to gnaw off his leg. With a quick blast of magic he sent the aquatic monster hurling back into the ocean before shuffling on his boat, ignoring the knife cold pain in his leg. Using magic he bound and just sat there dazed and confused. Using herbal supplements he managed to stop the bleeding but the freezing winds kept his body unnaturally cold. The cold breath on his shoulder as death beckoned was the only reason he remained conscious. Eventually he had enough presence of mind to return to shore, allow his leg injury to heal before once more setting off. His next foray into the ocean went much more smoothly, even if he did have to outrun a massive sea serpent.

Surviving on Mount Meru was as much a challenge as it was actually tolerating living there. It was unbearably cold, and no amount of magic was going to keep him warm long enough to survive. But he also knew doing so would rob him of the training and power he needed. To wield the formidable power of winter, he had to fully immerse himself in all of its glory, and using magic to cheat his way through it would have been counter to his goal. So it was great reluctance and unyielding determination that he suffered its chilling cold. Weeks in, most of his supplies have already been exhausted, and that is when Indra seriously reconsiders his choice. It is after a nasty fall as he journeyed up the first peak that he numbly realizes that he could very well die. Laying there at the bottom of a snowy cavern where darkness spilled from its depths, he had never felt more alone and miserable. All around him was naught by a frozen wasteland of death and decay, freezing winds, and icy waters. He was just so tired of fighting, sick of the endless battle, and this damn wintry hell. He just wanted to give up, the fire in his soul was a mere ember now and with those final thoughts, it was snuffed out. When its cold hands crept up his skin, snaked over his cool flesh and embraced him whole he no longer did he struggle against it. He just let go, and allowed the winter to finally take him.

When he next awoke, it was to a pleasant feeling of the cold. It wasn't a jagged knife being dragged across his skin, nor the suffocating chill that wanted to drag out his life through his orifices. It was gentle, and light to the touch, a cool comfort to the heart. Rising up to a seated position he pondered the strange but oddly reassuring feeling surrounding him. It was so much as the cold was different but he could feel the magic in the air in a way he never could before. He couldn't believe he hadn't sensed it before, but Mount Meru was positively brimming with magic, and to his shock so was he. Azure currents slithered around him in mesmerizing patterns, and he was momentarily caught off guard by how beautiful they were. His thoughts were interrupted by the loud grumbling of his stomach and without really paying attention he reached over and broke off a chunk of ice and began munching on it. The first bite might as well have been the same as a hot juicy steak, because he had never tasted something so delicious, so energizing in his life. He wasn't even thinking anymore when he began ripping more chunks off, devouring them at a speed that quite frankly astonished him.

The cold ice was like a liquid fire in his veins, and he felt his body pulse with power as his magical power seemingly sang with joy. Surprised but still giddy at the discovery Indra settled down and contemplated on these new developments. He spent the next few weeks feeling out the physiological changes to his body and reasoning out what exactly had happened. He knew that the Dragon Magic had altered his body, and that Dragons were the embodiment of an element or force of nature. So how could he wield the might of winter if he could did not accept into himself? Allow himself to become winter? In retrospect it seemed rather stupid of him, he had clung to his human preconceptions, trying to dominate the environment, conquer it like some trophy. Dragon's did not think like that, they did not own the world from whence they came, they did not perceive their element as something to be controlled, they simply were. A dragon and its element were synonymous with one another, one and the same. His mind now clearer than it had been in weeks, no months since he even fancied the idea, Indra realized that his real training had finally begun.

A year had passed and since then Indra had traversed three of the five peaks. Each time he had done so, he had spent months at their highest point, basking in the environment, peering down at the land below. He had begun to think of these mountains as his own, his territory. No they were his domain, and he its guardian. In-between days of quiet meditation he would train. If he wanted to embody a dragon's might he first needed to fight like one. Years of battling against Vritra had given Indra all the information he needed on how they hunted, how they wielded their senses to discern their prey. Most of all he knew how a dragon weaved its element into its attacks, hurling the might of Gaia through its fangs and claws like it was the most natural thing in the world. So with this mindset he hurled himself into training, his movements slick and powerful, emulating the presence of a dragon. With sweeping claws, magic purred and chilling winds arc'ed across his vision. His body small and slender was taut with muscle and power far beyond that of any human. Beasts that once required careful trapping now fell like grass before his reaping blows. Hides once impervious to all but the strongest fangs folded easily in his jaws. The power of ice had become second nature to him, tools he once scavenged for, appeared in his hands as icy constructs. Peaks that took hours to traverse could be reached as towering pillars of ice formed under his feet taking him to the heights of his desire.

The first time he successfully performed his roar, it was not the sound of a screaming human, but something primal, and guttural in its intonations. A shockwave of power radiating outward that was as much a call as it was challenge. Arctic winds poured from his gaping maw, in a whirling maelstrom of ice and snow as the dragons breath erupted from his lungs, plummeting the already sub-zero temperatures to an even lower degree. Pride welled within his chest. He had done it. The first step had been taken. He was not surprised when a flash of lightning and a booming thunder responded in kind mere moments later. Two more years passed in similar fashion, and by that time he had climbed every peak, dived to every undersea cavern, hunted at least one of every species there. There was no doubt in his mind, the boy he once was had long since died. Now he was Indra, a dragon in soul en-fleshed in the body of man. He had come to Mount Meru seeking power, but instead he had been reborn anew. Primal energies surged in his blood, slitted turquoise eyes gazed back beneath snow white hair while clawed hands reached for the heavens. It was time, now he had to face Vritra and prove his potential.

Infernal Ice Prison
Winter Apotheosis: Infernal Ice Prison (冬神化凍:凶氷牢, Fuyu Shinka: Kyōhyōrō): Beneath the peaks of Mount Meru, lies a frozen hell on earth. Crafted by the hands of Indra, molded by the magic of dragons, seeped in the magic saturated interior of the mountain, it is a fortress, a prison and a sanctuary. Indra realized the potential in Requip Magic, the ability to store items of value such as armor or weapons in a closed dimension only he could access. To that end he began developing and building various tools and artifacts of immense power. This construct was developed as an advanced Fortress Class Armor. The prison is unique in that it was built with various safeguards in place to ward off trespassers, to limit their mobility and provide Indra himself with several increases to his powers and capabilities. As it is composed of the ice from Mount Meru, Indra is capable of consuming it to replenish his power. Furthermore due to the Organic Link that exists between them, so as long has he has available power, the ice prison will actually regenerate damage dealt to it. Though this would be the only true weakness of the prison is that it will continually drain his reserves to maintain its presence in any environment outside of the cold. Even with its own powers fueling him, the drain would overshadow any sustenance he would gain, therefore Indra prefers to use this as a trump card and if he must absolutely kill his opponent. As a fortress it possesses massive defensive capabilities, capable of withstanding the breath weapon of Vritra himself for a time. However the prison's greatest features are its numerous traps and wards woven into its design to maximize Indra's powers.


 * Winters Domain: The fortress itself serves as a form of territory control, by creating the ideal environment by which Indra as a Frozen Dragon Slayer can fight. Its interior temperature is near absolute zero, incurring frostbite, and hypothermia with increasing possibility and damage the longer they remain within its confines. Due to the freezing cold within, objects, weapons and armor suffering from such extreme cold become brittle, even those of magical origin, their strength vastly reduced. Opponents within must weather through frigid temperatures which slow their movements, and to their horror even that of their magic. Spells that would have ordinarily sped across the battlefield are slowed down immensely. Due to such extreme cold, Indra need only expend a fraction of the mana required to perform his spells due to the cold continually and steadily replenishing his reserves. As an added benefit the wards alert him to the movements and activity of any within its confines, giving Indra total awareness of any action they take, or any word they speak. Lastly Indra installed Archive Magic within the design which then analyzes and records all magic used in its confines.


 * Ice Mirror Mirage: Bound within the prison is a form of Illusion Magic that creates numerous illusions of Indra across its many surfaces. While inside the prison opponents must contend with these copies which mimic all of Indra's movements and attacks, thereby making any attempt to discern his physical location difficult. While inside Indra's Illusory skills are further augmented as the prison serves as an amplifier to his abilities, allowing illusions which would have ordinarily targeted a single individual, to affect everyone within its confines as he desires. Indra himself is actually capable of merging with the ice and moving through any of these mirrors and attacking from these reflections, though he only appears through one at a time. Regardless they grant him a great advantage where it concerns defense, as he can retreat any a reflection without suffering damage. Furthermore any mirrors destroyed will simply detonate showering the opponent in a blast of frigid cold and icy shards.


 * Cursed Labyrinth of a Hundred Deaths: A defensive feature of the Infernal Ice Prison are the numerous traps built within its confines. Magic wards were built in that detect and trap intruders. When summoned these defensive mechanisms automatically activate though they can be directly controlled by Indra himself. As a prison composed entirely of ice, one of its main defensive features is the instant crystallization of those who remain in physical contact. As such intruders who remain grounded will be under continuous assault by freezing ice that will attempt to creep up their body and immobilize them solid. This is a passive effect and requires no activation on Indra's part. The second defensive feature is that ice crystals will erupt from the floors, the walls, and the ceiling to impale intruders. One of its primary functions is the fabrication of icy constructs according to Indra's will, which he can activate at any time with no effort. He can form cages, walls and defensive barriers and other such things against his targets.
 * Five Layers Imprisonment: While the fortress exists as a powerful means of defense, and indeed a veritable death trap for any who enter or are in its domain when summoned, it is at heart a prison. The exterior of this prison is not very large, no bigger than a building, however spacial expansion charms have been woven into its design, so that the interior is many times the size of the exterior, which is why when summoned it appears as such a massively large complex, almost like a labyrinth. Indra had originally intended to seal Vritra inside, but discovered that Vritra's actual size dwarfed his estimations. Since then has has tinkered with the design adding several additional layers, mostly to keep notorious criminals captive when delivering a bounty. The cages of this prison are designed similarly to those used by the Magic Council, which dampen and drain magical power from its occupants. Indra has collected quite a large financial investment by offering to house particularly dangerous criminals in a separate dungeon situated on Enca Isle, given that he's the only known being capable of navigating its waters safely.

Dragon Slave
Dragon Slave: O Frost of Winter, Become Armor (竜破斬:霜雪の冬よ, 具足となれ, Doragon Sureibu: Sousetsu no Fuyu yo, Gusoku to Nare)

Brahmastra
Winter Apotheosis: Brahmastra (冬神化凍:梵天兵器, Fuyu Shinka: Bonten Heiki):

Powers & Abilities
Preternatural Sensory Perception: During his time on the Dread Isle, Indra was forced to develop methods to be able to survive, most of which were contingent on his ability to recognize and immediately react to danger. That meant that he had to very quickly improve and adapt his senses to the environment if he had any hope of surviving. This was accomplished through Archive, using a very experimental and potential dangerous method of data acquisition. Using Archive Indra would scan an environment, convert the information into magical data, then reroute the information back into his mind through his senses. He used Archive almost like a form of sonar, it would pick up such minute bits of data, that when transmitted back through his senses he interpret it like a three-dimensional map that accounted for visual, auditory, olfactory, tactile sensations. This was was later expanded to include thermoception, and even his own perception of time. It took time, and quite a bit of trial and error, coupled with a desperation born out of necessity and a will to survive in the face of certain death. These factors are likely what allowed to him succeed where he would have likely failed and liquefied his brain from sensory overload. In the beginning there was a delay between the information but as he has grown older and more skilled with this method, it has become instantaneous. He can pick up details regarding a scene miles away with extreme detail and accuracy. His senses have reached a point where they are beyond the limitations of any human, and can be considered nearly magical in their function and scope. At any point in time, Indra has a three-dimensional model of the immediate area around him out to several hundred meters with one-hundred percent accuracy which only decreases fractionally as distances increase. At several miles his accuracy has only declined to a staggering eighty percent.

Preternatural Reflexes: Seven years Indra spent on the Dread Isle. There was not a single day that passed where his life was not in peril. Every waking moment was spent either being hunted or the hunter. Battling against beasts whose speed surpassed human limitation, whose strength rivaled some of the strongest Mages in all of Fiore, possessing supernatural abilities and other enhanced physical attributes forged Indra into a warrior like no other. His senses had been honed to a razor edge, a necessary trait for one to survive in the wilds, but coupled with his unique use of Archive to enhance them even further? His body has developed reflexes that are simply inhuman. He will react to danger and forms of attack that he is unaware of, and his body will move without conscious effort to defend and repel such attacks. The spectrum of his senses is so vast, that he is able to respond to virtually all known methods of attack directed at his person. To Indra, the idea of a blind spot does not exist, he simply does not have one. He can respond to attacks even if he is somehow blocked from access to his five natural senses, due to the fighting instinct and muscle memory grinded into his body. There were predators on the Dread Isle whose speed even to this day dwarfs his own, and he learned to adapt to such speeds. If he can anticipate an attack, he can react even if such an action would be instantaneous, such as magic that would manipulate time.

Archive Magic
Archive (古文書, Ākaibu):


 * Defenser (魔関 (ディフェンサー), Difensā, lit. "Magic Barrier"): Although considered a form of magic, Defenser is little more than a shaping exercise employed by professors to instruct their students in the most basic application of magical manipulation. It is considered a foundational skill, as it advocates the principles of releasing, shaping and maintaining the manifestation of one's magical power. It serves as the basis for conjured magical constructs and as the gateway for virtually all known modern schools of magical theory it is a spell practically every mage knows. It was also one of the few spells and exercises Indra was familiar with when he washed ashore on the Dread Isle. Left alone to his devices, Indra spent more time practicing and employing this spell than possibly any mage in centuries. As a child and lacking knowledge of more complex arts, Indra was forced to use what little resources he had and adapt accordingly if he wanted to survive. In time Defenser embodied its given name, as Indra acquired an immense level of skill with this technique developing several variants all of which he employs.


 * Barrier Jacket (防護服 (バリアジャケット), Baria Jakett, lit. "Protective Clothing"): Defenser is primarily used to create geometric shapes through one's mana as a form of defense against incoming attacks. Usually this takes the form of a translucent shimmering barrier that springs to life at the Mages command. However Indra's requirements for this spell forced him to develop means to forgo the constant recasting of the spell, as against the predators of the Dread Isle, even half a second of time was sufficient to secure victory. Therefore Indra developed this variant of the basic Defenser. Archive allowed Indra to develop a three-dimensional model of his own person and using that visual image he is able to create a secondary membrane-like shield coating his entire person. This way, attacks from any direction can be deflected, no matter the angle or path of attack so as long as it targets him specifically. He would later develop the ability to create the Three-Layered Defensive Ward, that accomplishes its goal by layering several Barrier Jackets all on top of one another, creating a very powerful form of defense. Even if an attack is able to bypass the first layer it must contend with the additional layers beneath. Barrier Jacket is a notoriously difficult defensive ward to bypass, primarily due to its configuration. Unless all three barriers are broken, any remaining shields will reconstruct until they are at full strength. Furthermore actually repairing any one shield does not drain Indra of much of his reserves and considering their gargantuan size he can easily replace lost barriers if he makes the effort.


 * Three-Layered Defensive Ward (三階層防分野, "Three-Fold Protective Barrier"): This is the spell Indra developed that would serve as the most common form of defense employed on his person. It consists of three Barrier Jacket layered on top of one another bounded together through a Binding Glyph Seal and further empowered by the Organic Link Seal which links their defensive power directly to Indra's massive magical reserves. This allows them to be maintained indefinitely without him having to recast the spell, and serve as the final layer of defense on his person. During his time traveling through Fiore, Indra discovered that a single layer is capable of absorbing the full damage inflicted from a high level spell such as a Dragon's Roar from an S-Class Mage. This means that it would require him to suffer through three separate barrages of attacks before his defenses shattered leaving him momentarily vulnerable. However due to the Organic Link Seal configured into this spell, he can simply don the protective measure once more, though doing so has an initially high mana cost, but a low cost to maintain.


 * Barrier Field (防領域(バリアフィールド), Baria Fiirudo, lit. "Protective Domain"): Although this spell was developed last due to its rather massive energy requirements it serves as the primary form of defense on Indra's person. It is a simple spherical defensive barrier extending one meter out from his person. It is configured with an Organic Link Seal glyph, binding it to Indra so as to maintain its duration, the simple, Field Seal glyph which establishes the distance out to which it will grant him protection and finally the Ward Seal glyph which is an intent based glyph seal which causes the barrier to react to an attack depending on the intent of the attacker. Combined they serve as a potent form of defensive barrier magic specifically against long range and area of effect magic. However as compared to Barrier Jacket and even the Three-Layered Defensive Ward, it is one of the few spells that cause a drain on his reserves when it is deployed in combat and warding off damage. Contrary to the Barrier Jacket, the Barrier Field does not negate damage, instead serving to mitigate a portion of any damage he would otherwise recieve. This synergizes with his Barrier Jacket as it is able to tank the remaining damage, and even if one barrier should fall it will simple repair itself later.


 * Magic Ray (魔力光線 (マジック・レイ), Majikku Rei, lit. "Magical Power Beam"):


 * Glyph (魔法彫塑 (グリフ), Gurifu, lit. "Carving and Engraving of Magic"):

Frozen Dragon Slayer Magic
Frozen Dragon Slayer Magic (凍の滅竜魔法, Kō no Metsuryū Mahō) is a form of Dragon Magic expressed through the elements of ice and cold. It allows for the manipulation and control over thermal energy, by chilling the air and freezing the world around them, sapping them of their heat and ushering in a deathly winter. Indra did not learn his magic at the hands of a draconic mentor, instead he harnessed the power of winter through the hellish environment of Mount Meru, a frozen island of five towering peaks among Enca the Isle of Storms. It is there that he tapped into the Dragon within him, the embodiment of a Dragon Slayer's power and unleashed the frozen power that he would become. With this he has all the formidable might of a Frozen Dragon: lungs capable of unleashing glacial blasts of ice and snow, a body suffused with winter strength, granting him sanctuary from all cold extremes, and dominion over the element itself. At his fingertips he holds the power to command the powers of rain and snow, summon forth the white frost and wreath his body in an aura of freezing winds and icy shards. Against him, ice magic is the breath of life, granting him strength and power where it once would have chilled his bones and frozen his heart and body. Like the mighty dragon of which he embodies Indra can consume external sources of ice to replenish his vigor and empower his magical potential.

Like all Slayers of their element, Indra possesses vast capabilities to which he can manipulate his ice. With a surge of willpower and the mental imagery to match, he can command the chilling frost to form icy constructs of all shapes and sizes. A flourish of his hands and at his will a fortress will form from ice and snow in moments. Against his enemies he can form incredible ramparts towering over them to defend him and his domain. He need not form objects in hand, the thought itself is enough and winter shall obey. Gleaming blades of ice and snow sharpen into being as they hover in the air, dwarfing houses and other structures with their splendor. In a gesture he can swipe his hand downward and the instruments of death hanging above will obey, collapsing downward with titanic force. Whether they be weapons or shields, or any other construct within his imagination, frigid winds and chilling frost will work in concert to see his will done.

The difference between Indra's manifestation of Frozen Dragon Slayer Magic and the Ice Magic wielded by other mages is the degree of his attunement to the power of winter itself. He allowed himself to sink deeper into the magic of the element than any typical mage could. Nature was his teacher, pain and agony his lessons and the knowledge he gained came only when he had devested himself of his human shell and allowed winter itself to breath life into him once more. For this reason his ability to wield the elements of ice and snow is as natural as the Frozen Dragon, and with all the control that entails. He can use ice to interact with other forms of magic in ways no other mage can. But behind this mind, is a human and he is no stranger to exploiting the fragile laws of reality that govern the physical world. His magic does not freeze simply because it lowers the temperatures. It is the very concept of freezing and chilling something that even objects and powers that ordinarily would not be touched by the cold, are nonetheless potential victims. Whether it is a beam of pure light or a sword of metal or darkness, they can be frozen, and shattered as anything else in nature. That is the true might and terror of a Frozen Dragon, the relentless cold that is the death and end of all things. It is a force of nature and all of its glorious power is in the hands of Indra.


 * Frozen Dragon's Roar (凍竜の咆哮, Kōryū no Hōkō): When the Frozen Dragon roars, the sky darkens as the atmosphere is plunged into sub-zero temperatures and storm clouds gather. From its gaping maw of razor teeth, a burst of glacial frost blossoms out in an earth rending maelstrom of ice and snow. Jagged shards rip through the air, chilling winds so cold as to be blades ravage all in their path, a torrential outpur of snow unlike the devastating might of an avalanche blanket the field. In an instant the region is covered in shimmering ice as freezing winds instantly incase all in a frozen tundra. The aftermath of such raw primal power is as devastating as the damage if inflicts on those unfortunate enough to stand in its way. Indra is capable of unleashing such power as the Frozen Dragon Slayer, his magic pools into his lungs rapidly gathering and condensing the power within. With a deafening roar the magic is released through his maw, a miniaturized winter storm escaping from the depths of his soul, manifested into the world. The sheer force released by such an attack is as much a physical force as the icy shards within it, pulverizing all in its path. He exercises an incredible degree of speed in its execution, seemingly belching up such power in the span of an instant. It is not uncommon for him to unleash a Dragon's Roar point-blank on an enemy or use it tactically as he closes in or gains distance. The primary effects aside, it is the side effects of this power that makes it such a staple in his arsenal. A single usage is capable of flash-freezing the immediate area around him, and the colder the ambient temperatures are the more easily he can perform his spells and abilities.


 * Frozen Dragon's Dominion (凍竜の領有権, Kōryū no Ryōyūken): Winter is the domain of the Frozen Dragon and its chilling winds pour from its scales, pooling into the air and ground in swirling azure currents freezing everything they touch. Its very presence is akin to the heart of a glacial storm, and as a Frozen Dragon Slayer, Indra embodies such power. Though considered a spell, this ability is simply put the manifestation of his own magical power leaking out in the world, changing it, altering the atmospheric conditions to resemble that of a winter wasteland. His mere presence is enough to cause a subtle shift in the weather patterns of a region, as cold currents begin increasing in frequency, the ambient temperature reducing little by little daily. Within a week, a region experiencing summer will see a drop as low as 20 degree's in its temperature. Within a month, frequent showers of rain followed by light snow. Following that, snow will begin down pouring over the area, until frigid winds and ice creeping along its surface becomes the norm. Indra is a vessel for winter, and the power of a Dragon does not come lightly, nor without its price. Creatures long since thought dead, will be drawn by the presence of such primal power, a gathering of the supernatural that will subconsciously attract their attention. But at the heart of this vortex, Indra's power is at its strongest. His magical aura is so aligned with the power of winter, that lest he lose control or allow his power to leak, the vicinity around him will have its heat plummet to an uncomfortable chill. In battle this power however can be released, punctuated by a faint burst of white light spreading outward, flash freezing the area. This sudden change in temperature actually alters the ambient atmosphere and weather as dark storm clouds form above followed by a downpour of snow and ice. Such power is wielded with masterful proficiency by Indra who can expand his "dominion" at will, freezing the ground beneath him and the surrounding area instantly and over a large distance. Wherever he goes winter will follow, that is the price Indra paid to obtain his power. There is no place he can settle, no guild he can join, no life he will be able to share without the death grip of winter accompanying him.


 * Frozen Dragon's Claw (凍竜の鉤爪, Kōryū no Kagizume): The strength of a dragon is incomprehensibly vast, for with a single swing of their talons, the earth itself is reshaped. Their element forms at the tips of their claws, magic in all its splendor bursting with light and power. As the talons cleave through the air, the only certainty is death to whomever is its prey. For the Frozen Dragon, its icy claws tear through the atmosphere leaving streaks of jagged ice in its wake, as they spread outward eviscerating all along its serrated crystal edge. The magic born of the Frozen Dragon that dwells in Indra gives him the ability to perform such a feat. With a swipe of his hand, an overflow of ice pours out in the arc of the swing stretching outward like the edge of a sickle. Its range is impressive as its speed as the ice greedily expands outward in a wide arc severing stone and metal with contemptuous ease. The power of this technique lies in the fact that Indra can perform it with even minor movements of his hands or fingers. A simple gesture and ice will blossom at the tip of his finger before overflowing outward in a massive arc. The degree of the gesture matters little, as the sizable length of the attack is its true danger, requiring opponents to make wide movements to dodge his attacks lest they be struck, even with a glancing cut by the ice.


 * Frozen Dragon's Wing (凍竜の翼撃, Kōryū no Yokugeki): This is a spell developed by Indra expanding the applications of his winter powers. The creation of frozen constructs is indeed the hallmark of any ice mage, but relying too much on a single aspect of the element ultimately leads to predictability, and without the capacity for change any strategy he considers will be felled by a cunning adversary. He wanted to create an amorphous, formless method of freezing whatever he desired, and to do so he learned to create an icy mist. The mist’s primary purpose is in its capacity to freeze because the water concentration is higher, that which becomes dowsed with water loses heat twenty-five times faster. But the greatest application of this spell is in his ability to instantly convert ice from its solid state to a mist form and vice versa. He can summon a massive slab of ice in the form of a jagged edge then instantly cause it shatter into an icy mist as it fills the space of his enemies. Then in the next instant he can change its form again into hundreds if not thousands of icicles enclosing in from all sides. Not unlike an Iron Maiden. As a vapor is easier to control it is also several times faster than his normal ice, giving him complete dominance over his ability to alter and shape his element.


 * Frozen Dragon's Tail (凍竜の尾, Kōryū no Bi): As the chilling cold emanates from his body and seeps into the earth, the moisture deep in the ground crystallizes, violently expanding causing the surrounding earth to crack and destabilize. Like the mighty Frozen Dragon smashing its tail upon the surface ice quakes erupt throughout the battlefield, massive chasms ripping open, entire fields ravaged by grinding earth as pillars of burst from its crevices. Nearby buildings topple as their very foundations crumble and the terrain itself is reshaped from the release of such power. Ordinarily such seismic events occur the instant Indra unleashes his power into the world, but he has since developed enough control to not completely obliterate the earth on which he stands. Indra is capable of performing this feat with such precision and timing that he can rearrange a battlefield, causing the earth to twist and shift by manipulating the concentrations of cold energy within the earth. He has caused towering earthen structures coated in thick layers of ice to rise above ground, rend the earth as opponents find themselves being flung, or even twisting the ground as to change his location.


 * Frozen Dragon’s Heavenly Reign (凍竜の天津統治, Kōryū no Amatsutouji): Indra had always desired to defeat Vritra, and he knew that he could never hope to achieve that by acquiring the same elemental power as his adversary. He needed an element that would mitigate or even outright deny all of Vritra’s elemental prowess and he found that ice was the perfect counter to his lightning. Indra accomplished by two methods. The first is though he is a Frozen Dragon Slayer, ice is ultimately a byproduct of water and thus he too possesses the ability to create, shape and manifest water, though not nearly to the extent as his ice powers. Still it is in this he found one part of his solution. Water ordinarily has impurities in it, that allow are conductive and thus vulnerable to water. This is one of the few instances in which his scientific understanding of the laws of nature is to be exploited. By creating such ultra-pure water he can remove these impurities thereby negating any conductivity with regards to his water and ice. Ultimately this acts as a powerful resistor to any lightning effect, neutralizing it. It is possible with this to wield water like a shield against lightning. But it is the second part of this spell that demonstrates his tenacity. His Frozen Dragon Slayer Magic allows him to manipulate the atmosphere in such a way as to remove all moisture from the air. This effect is what allowed him to survive in his second battle against Vritra. Lightning travels along the path of least resistance, and as moisture is a conductive material it allows for lightning to travel along the straightest path. But once that’s removed, lightnings own highly energized erratic nature becomes its undoing. Lightning released in such atmospheric conditions has no defined path by which it can travel. It will arc and bend uncontrollably and due to his ultra-pure water as the source material, lightning will bounce harmlessly off of his ice.


 * Frozen Dragon's Murderous Intent (凍竜の殺意, Kōryū no Satsui): The magic of dragons is believed to be outside the reach of mortal hands, but for Indra one whom has allowed his mind, body and soul to become one with winter itself, he has grasped it with his own hands. He discovered that the primal instinct of a dragon is buried within his Dragon Slayers magic, and that one need only sink within that reservoir to call upon its might. Yet it is a dangerous trial for the instinct of a dragon is wrought with an overwhelming thirst for power and destruction. They are the physical embodiment of nature's wrath, her strongest heralds and the very zenith of the devastation Gaia can unleash upon the world. It is an ocean of primal urges unknown to any man, and to dive into its depths is to risk losing oneself forever. Indra however was not trained conventionally, he had not seen modern society for nearly seven years. He had immersed himself in the natural world of Enca, and his instinct had been revitalized. When he dove beneath within those abysmal waters of the Frozen Dragons rage, he was not consumed by it, rather he was at home with it. It sung in harmony to the feelings bubbling within his own subconscious, thereby allowing him to emerge victorious. Reaching that deeply into his magic invariably changes the nature of its manifestation. It is as if he emerges from the womb into a new world. It is a state of being, a kind of magic amplification that temporarily heightens the strength and scope of his Frozen Dragon Slayer Magic. As one whose mind and body have become more like that of a dragon Indra's eyes become a smoldering turquoise, and slitted like the beast his magic is so famed for killing. When his chilling power freezes, that which has become frozen becomes affected by the same primal magic flowing through his body, bestowing upon it a measure of animal intelligence. A cold and ruthless cunning devoted solely to the destruction of Indra's enemies. Where once frozen rock and air sat in stillness, now they writhe with life, pools of white light snapping open as they animate. Their forms crack and shift until they more resemble the heart of their caster, becoming draconian in their appearance. These living constructs rise from the frozen wasteland at Indra's feet and become his sword and shield, they move with purpose and coordinate their attacks, slashing, clawing and biting all within reach. Icy wings unfurl and take flight as they breath beams of white frost and in this realm of chaos, where his very touch spreads the seeds of his power more of his minions arise. A supplementary spell its effect is potent as it is devastating, for his very magic comes to life, animated by the murderous instinct of a dragon of winter.


 * Frozen Dragon's Glacial Age (凍竜の氷河期, Kōryū no Hyōgaki): Often is the hallmark of a powerful ice mage to plunge his surroundings in such cold as to lower the temperature and approach absolute zero. For a time Indra had believed such to be the height of his ice powers but the more he unearthed about the Frozen Dragon and the magic at his command the less he became certain regarding such a feat. Bound by human reason he once more overlooked the simple fact that Dragons do not abide by such conventions. What is absolute zero to a dragon? This are concepts created by humans to understand the world around them, but to a dragon, such absolutes do not exist. When Indra realized this it was only then that he was able to improve upon his Frozen Dragon Slayer Magic. This spell is a testament to that achievement, and with deft hands and ancient tongue he calls upon the power within his soul. All around him arctic winds flow about, freezing the world around him, ice creeping along the surface at astonishing speed. In moments the world is plunged into an ice age like no other, the embrace of winter blankets the land and chokes the atmosphere in temperatures exceeding the idea of absolute zero. Known otherwise as the Second Phase the ice and frigid winds of created by this spell exceed the imagination of ordinary humans, existing in a domain of magic cast almost exclusively by Dragons themselves. In this phase, the ice is capable of influencing aspects of reality cold does not interfere with, and is also the basis for the chilling cold within his Infernal Ice Prison. Motion itself is a victim to the cold, as it too begins to freeze, movements become slow, and the speed at which objects and even magic itself travels slows considerably as they too are frozen the moment they are executed. Enemy spells once unleashed slow to an agonizing crawl before succumbing to the chilling cold and freezing entirely. It is insidious, as it seeks to freeze even enchantments cast upon arms and other such items temporarily suspending their effect. Unless one's magic is ice, all other forms suffer notably debilitation's with regards to their speed, scope and power. However expending more magical power to strengthen one's body and even their spells can withstand the effects of this chilling frost, but that is in Indra's mind the entire point of the spell. In his mind it is a strategic region-class spell whose sole purpose is to make his enemies burn through their reserves quickly. It is to make every action as taxing and labrous as possible. If they wish to fight him they must put forth twice the effort or more, and if they dare to use magic, there will be a price to pay for even the simplest spells. One cannot fight the tide of winter, no matter how warmly you dress, or what steps you take, the cold is patient and unforgiving. Every inch they walk, and every moment they still breathe is a constant battle against the cold. That is what this spell embodies, the all encompassing wrath of winter itself, relentless in its tenacity, it will come and claim its victim, for it is only a matter of time.


 * Wisdom of the Frozen Dragon: Garbhakosa (席巻の般若:胎蔵界, Kōryū no Sekken: Taizōkai, Hindu for, "Womb Realm"): A secret that Indra is still in the process of developing. This art is in the trial and error phase of development and is therefore not able to be used in battle.


 * Conquest of the Frozen Dragon: Vajradhatu (席巻の席巻:金剛界, Kōryū no Sekken: Kongōkai, Hindu for, "Diamond Realm"):  A secret that Indra is still in the process of developing.  This art is in the trial and error phase of development and is therefore not able to be used in battle.


 * Kingdom of the Frozen Dragon: Mandala of the Two Realms (席巻の霜天:両界曼荼羅, Kōryū no Sōten: Ryōkai Mandara): The ultimate art combining the two secret arts unleashing their true potential. As the previous arts have yet to be complete Indra is still in the conceptual phase of this spells development.

Winter Apotheosis
When Indra started developing and honing his Frozen Dragon Slayer Magic, he began adapting his existing magic to take advantage of the power he had seen in the slayer spells. In the beginning they were disparate, distinct in their own style, though there was a significant amount of crossover in their applications. One discipline would allow for greater utility in the next. This was the mindset that he came from whilst developing the Winter Apotheosis spells. Categorically they are essentially the same, however what makes them distinct is that he is using them a a lens for his Frozen Dragon Slayer Magic.


 * Winter Apotheosis: Mind of the Dragon (冬神化凍: 凍竜の念, Fuyu Shinka: Kōryū no Nen): Archive Magic single-handedly is the reason for Indra's continued existence. Its ability to convert information into magical data which can be stored and retrieved later one was invaluable to his survival on the Dread Isle. One of the first uses he developed this for magic was mapping out the isle. Through exploring the infamous isle he began systematically mapping out the region's he explored, obtaining data on indigenous species and plants, what was edible, poisonous, and more. He captured all of this data but realized that he was using the spell wrong. If he could convert information into magical data, then couldn't he convert everything that he could see, hear, taste and feel into data? After much trial and error he developed a technique of using Archive in a way that would allow him to expand the functionality of all of his senses. One of the greatest obstacles he encountered early on was that his own senses were not refined enough, to filter all the information his body was actually receiving. He knew that Archive could transfer data between people, and realized that he could create multiple magical data pathways by which he could collect, analyze and return the data to his mind that his body was experiencing. He would scan an environment using Archive and all the information it would collect and convert was then transferred back into his mind. This allowed him to distinguish individual sights, sounds, smells, with such clarity, that he could hear and see an insect over a mile away if he so chose. The only struggle was refining the actual speed of the process. Once he started using this ability in earnest his mind became accustomed to the information it was receiving. As a result he possesses preternatural inhuman sensory capabilities. Simply looking at an object is enough to provide sufficient data, as if he had spent hours, perhaps even days studying it. This is what allowed him to hunt the predators on the island without being killed. It led to the development of his own preternatural reflexes. When used through the lens of his Frozen Dragon Slayer Magic, his senses are further heightened by an order of magnitude. Draconian senses are able to perceive the world in ways normal human senses cannot which was the only real limitation of this use. He was still limited by what his brain was capable of process and comprehending. His Dragon Magic simply expands what he is able to sense.


 * Winter Apotheosis: Forge of the Frozen Dragon (冬神化凍: 凍竜の埋蔵物, Fuyu Shinka: Kōryū no Maizobutsu): When Indra arrived on the Dread Isle, he did so more prepared than any child should reasonably be. But then that was the benefit of having parents who thought ancient ruins were a fantastic vacation spot. Within his mind was a small but highly useful collection of magic styles engineered towards utility and survivability. Chief among them was Artisan Magic; the ability to harness his magical power and craft a variety of tools and implements to suit his needs. He very quickly realized that his survival was dependent on his ability to construct tools, fashion weapons and armor lest he find himself unable to hunt for food, prepare traps, nor defend himself in any capacity. As a result he gained ample practice in this skill which was only further honed as he aged. After he acquired the powers of the Frozen Dragon however, his excitement was boundless as he realized the opportunity before him. With Frozen Dragon Slayer Magic, he could use the ice created as the material component for many of his tools. He has such practice that he can fabricate tools of any simple design with a thought, having them appear in hand. However his most prestigious use of this magic is in the creation of several powerful magical artifacts in his possession that are the culmination of his resourcefulness. Such treasures are bound to him, and stored away in his own closed dimension. He later discovered that so as long as he crafted such an item and retains the original within his storage dimension he can use the organic link tying him to it and recreate a perfect replica, though because it is merely a replica, its scope and powers are vastly degraded.


 * Winter Apotheosis: Blood Inheritance of the Frozen Dragon (冬神化: 凍竜の血塊限界, Fuyu Shinka: Kōryū no Kekkai Genkai): Is a form of Organic Link Magic, wielded through the lens of his Frozen Dragon Slayer powers. Originally he had experimented with this spell by creating a magical link between himself the objects of his creation, using this primarily for remote activation. He later discovered that he could further enhance his tools through the link by channeling his own magical power into them. These Holder-Type items possessed greater strength, durability and scope and as they were keyed to him he found that he could also track their location by focusing on the link. This would prove invaluable for hunting as he could bind bait to himself and when a predator slithered off to its lair, he could discreetly follow behind and ransack the haven while it was away. This was also proven in his escalating battles against Vritra where he would craft traps of the highest quality, binding destructive spells or defensive barriers into his own weapons and armor to enhance their ability. After having mastered the ability to link himself to his magical constructs, found that by binding his tools to the aspect of the Frozen Dragon, he could greatly expand the application of his holder tools. So as long as the majority of their construction was of ice, he found that by supplying them with his own power he could regenerate any damages dealt to the object in question.


 * Winter Apotheosis: Hoard of the Frozen Dragon (冬神化: 凍竜の鍛接, Fuyu Shinka: Kōryū no Tansetsu): Indra is a master of innovation, and if there is to be a sense of pride in any one of his abilities it is in his capacity to see the limitless potential of magic. He had known Requip, though he had only used it to store basic tools, weapons and other such things. But during his time on the Dread Isle, he began to see the true potential of this form of magic. It allowed him to store anything within it that could be considered "armor" or a "weapon" and realized that such terms were actually quite broad in such definition. Magic isnt so precise as to be bogged down by the letter of the word, but rather the spirit. Therefore he began experimenting with the different kinds of tools and began expanding his collection. He realized that he could actually store strongholds within its confines, but doing so increased the cost proportionally, as these fortress's also fell under the concept of "armor", as they were a means of defense. This eventually led to the creation of the Dragon's Purgatory: Infernal Ice Prison, one of his most famed accomplishments.


 * Winter Apotheosis: Judgement of the Frozen Dragon (冬神化: 凍竜の判決, Fuyu Shinka: Kōryū no Hanketsu): That which separates Indra's Ice Magic from his peers is not the degree of cold he can unleash, but the ability to manifest the frost as more than a mere element. It is a power existing on a level above the physical, capable of interacting at the conceptual level. His magic does not freeze simply because it is cold, it is the embodiment of winter, the encroaching death and decay of all things, it is the icy grave by which nature has decreed all things will eventually meet. It is the truest symbol of stillness, of the transformation of energy to its dormant state, in an eternal rest. Indra's Frozen Dragon Slayer Magic is capable of harnessing this power in a way few mages can, he can direct these frigid winds and chilling cold to encase even magic itself in its icy embrace. This allows him to quite literally freeze any given spell, to still its action and imprison it in a frozen prison. A Dark Mage wielding black flames found to their horror that Indra could freeze his fire, before contemptuously shattering it into a thousand pieces. Another had discovered that his curse which he had inflicted on Indra had been stopped entirely, frozen in its tracks along Indra's skin. This power in many ways parallels the effects of Dispelling Magic, in that it is capable of nullifying a magical effect. However this particular spell drains substantial amounts of magical power, as it requires Indra to expend an equal if not greater amount of energy as the same spell. This cost is mitigated if he can modify the conditions of his freezing capability such as lowering the ambient temperature beforehand.

Vritra the King of Storms
Indra's relationship with Vritra is to any outside observer far too complex for any word to accurately describe. Their first meeting resulted in the King of Storms annihilating the region with a single bolt of lightning several hundred feet in diameter. Indra survived that on blind luck, having tripped and fell into a cavern below. After that, Indras only interaction with the fearsome dragon was in combat, and to call it a battle is just as much of a stretch. It is better to consider the role as one of who is hunting and one who is the prey. After several years, Vritra opened up dialog and because of Indra's desperation for any sort of social interaction, gladly accepted the proferred hand so to speak, even if was a deadly claw aiming to bifuricate him when the opportunity presented itself. They're not rivals, that would imply that they are equal, nor are they friends or enemies for that matter either. Vritra is at best a guide in the form of a force of nature that helped hone Indra into what he is today. He is the hammer, to nature's forge while Indra is the blade.

There exists no animosity between the two, yet neither is there a sense of companionship. Vritra has generally looked upon Indra with amusement, curiosity and mild interest, but given the perspective of a Dragon eons old, its difficult to ascertain how it would view him personally if at all. Indra considers Vritra as both a worthy teacher regarding life lessons, but he holds no emotional attachment indicative of a loved one or parent. He desire's to defeat Vritra and therefore considers him an adversary but will speak fondly of the Dragon when questioned about their relationship. Its strange because Indra has no illusions regarding how Vritra see's him, and in fact is readily accepting of it. He is actually rather perplexed by the relationships other Dragon Slayers have had with their parents, (the description attributed to such a primal creature is utterly baffling to him) and regularly challenges them on whether or not such beings were actually Dragons to begin with. The only certainty about the two of them is that Indra considers Vritra to be the "last adversary to be defeated", and not for the purpose of just wanting to kill the Dragon but fight it as an equal. It could be theorized that Indra feels a sense of gratitude towards Vritra for the unorthodox way he raised him and the only way to repay that debt is to one day fight the King of Storms as hiis equal.

Trivia

 * Indra's images are inspired by the character Hitsugaya Toshiro from the manga & anime series Bleach by Tite Kubo. All credit goes to the original author.
 * Indra is sanskrit for "King of Gods" and refers to the Hindu god who leads the devas and is lord of Svargaloka, a level of heaven. Indra's name is thus inspired by this myth and his surname is derived from the heavenly plane of which he rules.
 * A character who appears as a teen or preteen but is in fact an adult or much older is a trope generally applied to women, and very rarely male characters.