Name: Asmodeus
Gender: Ahmagerd I totes dunno wat this be. Female mebbe
Appearance:
Bio:She had tried. She truly did. Trying day by day, to live the mundane peaceful life of a farmer, and occasionally hunter during the winter. From the first day of her childhood when her horns broke flesh upon her forehead, she was shunned, despised, though not being ostracized outright. There were rarely people buying anything that carries her name, and most of those were shifty types who had to avoid the more.... reputable traders.
When she sprouted wings on her 20th spring, everything turned for the worst, though she still retained her beauty, if one looks past the small pair of horn on her forehead, and the bony spiky draconian wings she could sprout at will from her back. The injustice and discrimination towards her grew so much, she was driven from her home by the excuse of not paying the king's taxes, forced to live in squallor, until she was imprisoned for defending herself from a lusty nobleman, and then paraded on the street for public humiliation.
It was the last straw that broke the camel's back.
Suppressed rage and hatred well up from within her being, and the first gout of flame burned a whole swathe of townsfolk in front of her. The second broke her bindings, and the third was for the King days later after she escaped, the so called Paragon of Order and Justice. Infiltrating the castle was no mean feat, but through virtue of having wings to flit about on, and her own very durable skin, she broke through to the throne room. The King had said he knew nothing of her suffering, and that he had not known that such discrimination had existed in his peaceful kingdom, and maintained that he had nothing to do with the people who had ordered them to treat her so. So she had burned him, burnt him to ashes, until his golden crown was but a golden puddle in the midst of ashes. And so she ran, escaping the clutches of his heirs eager to bring her to justice and fortify their own claim to the throne.
She had escaped only due to her stumbling into a twisted hellscape in the midst of the jungle, finding a large crumbling structure inside. Entering the ruins in hopes that they will abandon their pursuit in the face of this strange and warped place. What she found inside wasn't just some rubble and corpses of ages past, but a library, with books that was still perfectly ledgible, though there was one book upon a pedestal that was the most intriguing. Opening the first page, the words 'The gods are never appeased.' were printed in large bold letters. Wondering what on earth those mean, she flipped the pages, reading through the book of the Ordo Noctis.
On that day, she named herself Asmodeus, throwing away her old name, vowing to never again be that weak. Summoning daemons to her side, and recruiting people to her cause, she overthrew the Paragon's kingdom and established her own, making her own great castle upon the ruins of the twisted hellscape she had wandered in through.
Order through Might, Justice through Fear.
May the gods take pity upon those who break laws in her country, for she will not.
Preferred Equipment:Any weapons she deigns to use at the moment, living armor for the flexibility it offers, plus anything else she might think to bring.
Stats:
Physical: 6
Magic: 4
Command:4
Wealth:6
Influence:3
Dedication:7
Traits:
Physical: 6
Weapon Mastery 2
Great Wings 1
Daemonbreed 1
Dragonheart 1
Ironskin 1
Magic: 4
Air Magic 1
Summon Efreeti Imps 1
Summon Incubi/Succubi 1
Summon Daemonic Infantry 1
Command: 4
Drums of War 1
Telepathic Command 1
Moredhel 1
Orcs 1
Wealth: 6
Furs 1
Goblin Iron 1
Orc Steel 1
Small Lands 1
Normal Lands 1
Gold Mine 1
Influence: 3
Water Rats 1
Disenchanted Priests 1
Dark Loremasters 1
Dedication: 7
Spirited Leadership 1
Infernal Ambitions 1
You can't kill the Messiah 1
Wave of Despair 1
Implacable Will 1
Shield of Hate 1
Doubtless Loyalty 1
Special:
One who commands: She takes telepathic command to another level entirely, being able to see, hear, taste, feel and smell though whichever of her minion/troop's mind she grips, as well as giving them commands. If she exerts a little more power, she could manifest in the minion's/troop's body, transforming them into her own shape which could exert a fraction of her powers, while she stays safe in her lair. They will return to normal as soon as she loosens her grip or leaves them. This also has the very glaring effect of making anyone she uses this ability on to have fiercely glowing eyes.
Living Armor Creation: This allows the creation of a chimera that resembles a mass of metal(which would be the type of metal infused during creation) that would engage in a symbiotic relationship with whoever is willing to don it. The wearer is able to transform and change the amorphous creature into any shape s/he wishes, from full plate armor to chainmail. The creature will provide protection by hardening at the point of physical trauma, or hardening at the wearer's will. In return the creature will consume magical energy from the wearer every now and then, or if the wearer's magical potential is too low, the wearer's blood, to live. However, most would be willing to bear that in exchange for armor that never rusts, flexible and will never need for repair as long as the creature has mana/blood to repair any damage to itself.
However to manufacture one is a long and tedious process.