Though Iprix has been hailed as having a monumental affinity for magic, his dislike of study has left him a mediocre magic user. He much prefers playing with the hatchlings or lounging around the volcano with his mates Fume and Cinder. Over the course of his long life he has had to reluctantly engage in battle on a few occasions, but while he prefers his teeth, claws, and flying ability to win him the day, in several battles his poorly trained magic has escaped him and incinerated his opponent in a wild blast of energy. These events have led the training master, Sonnet, to bar him from the training fields until he attains sufficient control over his magic. In recent years the clan has been at peace, but occasionally Iprix fears that he could be caught out of shape and insufficiently prepared should war break out again. Still, with companionship like Fume and Cinder, he can't be bothered to spend his time with a head filled with magical gibberish.