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Name: Damius
Rank: Count
Epithets: The Lord of Fangs, The Dominator of Wills, The Unchained Beast
Circle: Wrath
Domain: The Howling Pits
Resonance: 3
Essence: 15
Personal Powers:
You Will Submit: To dominate an enemy's body is a feat many see as the only victory that matters in the end. Damuis knows better. If anyone were to touch -- or more likely be touched -- by the flesh or steel that makes up his body, they'd be subject to not only the searing of their body but the burning of their mind as well. Every thought becomes a branding iron, every memory a thumbscrew.
Alpha of the Pack: Darius does not lord over his beasts as a master to a pet but as a superior to one of his own kind. All hellbeasts he has under him possess undying loyalty in ways that go beyond mere training and conditioning, defying their own survival instincts if it means doing what they're told. Feral hellbeasts are either drawn to in search of a strong pack or give him a wide berth out of instinctual fear. While not all of hell's lower lifeforms are immune to this, it's only the largest and most powerful that seem to resist the aura given off by the demon.
To Be Bound Is To Bind: The chains on Damius's body are just as much a part of him as his flesh and blood. They live and breathe and follow the Domiantor's iron will as if they were his own arms and legs. They are deceptively short in appearance, able to reach off his body for as far as the length of his arm -- ten times over. While incredibly viable weapons, they serve mostly to restrain whatever whatever they touch, wrapping around tightly before the final link clamps down on a hapless victim's skin like a bear trap. While far from impossible, these bonds are difficult to break by demons of power equal to his own and impossible for anyone below him.
Stats:
Strength: 6
Dexterity: 3
Fitness: 3
Intellect: 3
Intuition: 5
Willpower: 3
Bearing: 3
Guile: 4
Composure: 3
Skills:
Unarmed: 5
Athletics: 5
Parry: 1
Evasion: 4
Intimidation: 5
Survival: 5
Craft: 2
Awareness: 4
Melee: 1
Tactics: 2
Streetsavvy: 1
Appearance:
A tan skinned behemoth who's outfit which is bare bones to say the least, just looking at him gives off the impression of something devastating and feral but a spark that gives it all purpose. He wears a hellhound pelt loincloth but is adorned with little other that could be clothing. What he does have plenty of are chains. Massive linked cords burrow out from his flesh like metal growths, dangling from his arms, his torso and his legs. Manacles bind tightly to his wrists and ankles while a thick spiked collar clings to his thick neck yet none hold chains of their own, looking more like bizarre adornments of armor than restraints.
His body is covered in rippling muscles, every inch of him bulging out as if his own skin finds it difficult to restrain him. Atop his head is a length of dark blonde hair, tied up into a tail and kept out of the way of the pair of horns on his brow, the first set small and straight on his temples while the second sit upon the crown of his head, massive and curved like a ram's. His eyes are unusually beastly even for a demon, his whites yellowed and his pupils orange and slitted with a feral glint always present in them like a beast was watching through his skull.
His toes and fingers look warped, caught halfway between a man's fingers and a beast's claws. Each digit has a clawed nail sticking to the end of it, looking like a collection of small blades that could cut something to ribbons with the wave of a hand. His teeth are just as bad, looking as if he'd replaced his own molars with that of his pets. Each tooth is sharpened to a fine point, looking just as capable of ripping flesh right off the bone as any other carnivore.
Bio:
Damiun wasn't always the self aware, moderately intelligent demon he is today. There was a time when walked this line, just enough of a demon to make the beasts wary but just wild enough that he was not welcome among others this kind. He was chased off like every other dangerous beast and just like them he found himself forced into captivity at one point or another. A group of beast tamers came and gathered up as many animals they could get their hands on, hoping to get some recognition and rewards for getting together some nice prizes for the beast tamers who used such things for their own purposes.
It was being in one of these cages that split Damiun's mind. He was suddenly aware and realized he wanted out but unsurprisingly his captors had different plans. He was beaten and bound into submission, countless chains wrapped around him to keep him from moving but the more that they tried to stop him, the less it seemed to work. Decade upon decade the half sentient monstrosity was restrained and kept around as an oddity but eventually the wrathful demon broke free, slaughtering his captors before breaking free the rest of the menagerie that had been captured. This group left the destroyed encampment, the hellbeasts that followed in the demon's wake becoming the first of his 'subjects'. As Damiun grew more and more powerful and intelligent, he became recognized by that powers that be and was given the title of count by his own hand.
The Howling Pits:
On the surface this land does not look like much. The damaged and battered equipment that lays around, untouched by any, shows signs that this place was once a mine. One of many that can be found in the Circle of Burning Rage though it has long since served it's purpose as all the metals work taking have been taken long before this place found use again. And it has found use without a doubt.
The old, roughly carved out walls show signs of much fresher signs of occupation: scorch and claw marks left all over by the lesser occupants of this place. The sound of bestial howls, growls and moans can be heard long before one steps foot inside and the sound is near maddening once one is in the caverns. Thus it's namesake. What is found inside is nothing short of what most would expect.
Hellbeasts. Every breed of hound, anything willing to serve their feral master can be found down here. Uncaged, uncollared. Uncontrolled. It is only by the will of their leader that they do not rip into one another or anyone who dares approach without permission. Regardless the experience is like stepping into a den of wolves. Every moment is tense for those unfamiliar with it. The place is littered with the corpses and bones of what beasts these ones have found that didn't serve or was not useful enough to even try.
The only sign of anything civil existing in these depths is the parts occupied by the more sentient creatures. The minions of this place have small, simple quarters that are neat and not wholley unappealing -- at least in comparison to where the beasts reside. Darius's own chambers and place of meeting are not quite clear cut as the others. The bones of beasts -- and others -- reside on nearly every surface but they're placed with sense like trophies. There's seats and furniture sitting around but they're so rough and uncomfortable that they're nearly unusable. The wild nature and unpredictability of this place are only matched by it's occupants.
Domain Wealth: Beasts. The Pits are well known for their hellhounds and exotic hellbeasts from all over the Circles that are drawn to the place by it's master. These beasts are sought after for being useful guards as well as great pit fighting candidates. The variety, quantity and fiercest of all of these monsters is enough to overcome a lack of breeding or training. They don't need to be told to attack if you just point them in the right direction.
Short Term Goal: Securing a tight hold on everything he has and anything he wants within reason
Long Term Goal: Aggressive expansion, obtaining whatever he wishes to have by his own hand
Rank: Count
Epithets: The Lord of Fangs, The Dominator of Wills, The Unchained Beast
Circle: Wrath
Domain: The Howling Pits
Resonance: 3
Essence: 15
Personal Powers:
You Will Submit: To dominate an enemy's body is a feat many see as the only victory that matters in the end. Damuis knows better. If anyone were to touch -- or more likely be touched -- by the flesh or steel that makes up his body, they'd be subject to not only the searing of their body but the burning of their mind as well. Every thought becomes a branding iron, every memory a thumbscrew.
Alpha of the Pack: Darius does not lord over his beasts as a master to a pet but as a superior to one of his own kind. All hellbeasts he has under him possess undying loyalty in ways that go beyond mere training and conditioning, defying their own survival instincts if it means doing what they're told. Feral hellbeasts are either drawn to in search of a strong pack or give him a wide berth out of instinctual fear. While not all of hell's lower lifeforms are immune to this, it's only the largest and most powerful that seem to resist the aura given off by the demon.
To Be Bound Is To Bind: The chains on Damius's body are just as much a part of him as his flesh and blood. They live and breathe and follow the Domiantor's iron will as if they were his own arms and legs. They are deceptively short in appearance, able to reach off his body for as far as the length of his arm -- ten times over. While incredibly viable weapons, they serve mostly to restrain whatever whatever they touch, wrapping around tightly before the final link clamps down on a hapless victim's skin like a bear trap. While far from impossible, these bonds are difficult to break by demons of power equal to his own and impossible for anyone below him.
Stats:
Strength: 6
Dexterity: 3
Fitness: 3
Intellect: 3
Intuition: 5
Willpower: 3
Bearing: 3
Guile: 4
Composure: 3
Skills:
Unarmed: 5
Athletics: 5
Parry: 1
Evasion: 4
Intimidation: 5
Survival: 5
Craft: 2
Awareness: 4
Melee: 1
Tactics: 2
Streetsavvy: 1
Appearance:
A tan skinned behemoth who's outfit which is bare bones to say the least, just looking at him gives off the impression of something devastating and feral but a spark that gives it all purpose. He wears a hellhound pelt loincloth but is adorned with little other that could be clothing. What he does have plenty of are chains. Massive linked cords burrow out from his flesh like metal growths, dangling from his arms, his torso and his legs. Manacles bind tightly to his wrists and ankles while a thick spiked collar clings to his thick neck yet none hold chains of their own, looking more like bizarre adornments of armor than restraints.
His body is covered in rippling muscles, every inch of him bulging out as if his own skin finds it difficult to restrain him. Atop his head is a length of dark blonde hair, tied up into a tail and kept out of the way of the pair of horns on his brow, the first set small and straight on his temples while the second sit upon the crown of his head, massive and curved like a ram's. His eyes are unusually beastly even for a demon, his whites yellowed and his pupils orange and slitted with a feral glint always present in them like a beast was watching through his skull.
His toes and fingers look warped, caught halfway between a man's fingers and a beast's claws. Each digit has a clawed nail sticking to the end of it, looking like a collection of small blades that could cut something to ribbons with the wave of a hand. His teeth are just as bad, looking as if he'd replaced his own molars with that of his pets. Each tooth is sharpened to a fine point, looking just as capable of ripping flesh right off the bone as any other carnivore.
Bio:
Damiun wasn't always the self aware, moderately intelligent demon he is today. There was a time when walked this line, just enough of a demon to make the beasts wary but just wild enough that he was not welcome among others this kind. He was chased off like every other dangerous beast and just like them he found himself forced into captivity at one point or another. A group of beast tamers came and gathered up as many animals they could get their hands on, hoping to get some recognition and rewards for getting together some nice prizes for the beast tamers who used such things for their own purposes.
It was being in one of these cages that split Damiun's mind. He was suddenly aware and realized he wanted out but unsurprisingly his captors had different plans. He was beaten and bound into submission, countless chains wrapped around him to keep him from moving but the more that they tried to stop him, the less it seemed to work. Decade upon decade the half sentient monstrosity was restrained and kept around as an oddity but eventually the wrathful demon broke free, slaughtering his captors before breaking free the rest of the menagerie that had been captured. This group left the destroyed encampment, the hellbeasts that followed in the demon's wake becoming the first of his 'subjects'. As Damiun grew more and more powerful and intelligent, he became recognized by that powers that be and was given the title of count by his own hand.
The Howling Pits:
On the surface this land does not look like much. The damaged and battered equipment that lays around, untouched by any, shows signs that this place was once a mine. One of many that can be found in the Circle of Burning Rage though it has long since served it's purpose as all the metals work taking have been taken long before this place found use again. And it has found use without a doubt.
The old, roughly carved out walls show signs of much fresher signs of occupation: scorch and claw marks left all over by the lesser occupants of this place. The sound of bestial howls, growls and moans can be heard long before one steps foot inside and the sound is near maddening once one is in the caverns. Thus it's namesake. What is found inside is nothing short of what most would expect.
Hellbeasts. Every breed of hound, anything willing to serve their feral master can be found down here. Uncaged, uncollared. Uncontrolled. It is only by the will of their leader that they do not rip into one another or anyone who dares approach without permission. Regardless the experience is like stepping into a den of wolves. Every moment is tense for those unfamiliar with it. The place is littered with the corpses and bones of what beasts these ones have found that didn't serve or was not useful enough to even try.
The only sign of anything civil existing in these depths is the parts occupied by the more sentient creatures. The minions of this place have small, simple quarters that are neat and not wholley unappealing -- at least in comparison to where the beasts reside. Darius's own chambers and place of meeting are not quite clear cut as the others. The bones of beasts -- and others -- reside on nearly every surface but they're placed with sense like trophies. There's seats and furniture sitting around but they're so rough and uncomfortable that they're nearly unusable. The wild nature and unpredictability of this place are only matched by it's occupants.
Domain Wealth: Beasts. The Pits are well known for their hellhounds and exotic hellbeasts from all over the Circles that are drawn to the place by it's master. These beasts are sought after for being useful guards as well as great pit fighting candidates. The variety, quantity and fiercest of all of these monsters is enough to overcome a lack of breeding or training. They don't need to be told to attack if you just point them in the right direction.
Short Term Goal: Securing a tight hold on everything he has and anything he wants within reason
Long Term Goal: Aggressive expansion, obtaining whatever he wishes to have by his own hand