Name: Baalog Ur'ull of the Blood Forge
Appearance:
Source of power: Baalog is the maker of things. His power comes from his ability to design, but primarily his blood forge. Take that away, and he is next to useless.
Domain: Baalog's domain is a city of towering smoke stacks that further pollute the already tainted air called simply The Black Forge. A red glow forever surrounds the city as his underlings work furiously to complete pointless orders and, hopefully, gain the favor of their lord.
Followers: In his domain are a plethora of lesser demons and abominations, all with the sole task of running his massive foundry city. Tittering imps crawl in between whirling gears and smashing pistons, replacing what is broken and maintaining the rest. Demons of a larger size and greater intelligence are tasked with overseeing their particular section of the city. And great abominations, horrors that could drive any mortal mad, power the city. Thundering feet keep the miles of conveyor belts turning, and arms as thick as boulders pump the bellows.
Outside of his domain, ambitious mortals ask for a boon. Sometimes a fragment of knowledge to inspire them, or something of his make. Though more often then not they try their luck with a safer option, learning from other's mistakes of how he often twists his deals.
Personality: Baalog is a truly nasty piece of work. He takes pleasure in the suffering of others, a pleasure he gets to indulge in on a near daily basis. Because of a curse set upon him, perhaps by the blood forge, he has a constant temper. It would be unwise to deal with him until one manages to calm him.
Baalog is plagued with stomach pains, caused by a curse set upon him eons ago. The only way he has discovered to relieve himself of this pain, if only momentarily, is to consume something of value. Usually that would be precious metals and gemstones, since they are considered valuable by most. However, things that hold sentimental value works wonders for him, and he tries to seek them out at every chance he gets.
Most of Baalog's creations, that have been bargained for, are cursed. An impenetrable suit of armor that makes the wearer's skin like paper and bones like glass. An impenetrable shield, but the pain of each blow is felt as if it passed through. A sword that cuts the wielder as much as the opponent no matter how masterfully it is wielded. This is to ensure that his creations return to him, and to join his ever expanding what could only be called art gallery.
Strengths: Masterfully crafted equipment worthy of gods are made easily by Baalog, with the assistance of his Blood Forge.
Baalog often has the upper hand in bargains, since they want something from him in the first place.
His domain is constantly ready for war. All they make is arms and armor, after all.
Baalog, being one of the Lords of the underworld, is significantly stronger and faster than your average demon, which in turn is often physically better than most mortals.
Weaknesses: If someone is trying to make a deal with him and were to give him something of such value so as to get rid of, or nearly get rid of, the pain he feels, he becomes much more malleable to suggestions and offers.
Though he has a vast array of powerful equipment, they are all cursed. And though he has the power to apply those curses, he cannot so easily remove them.
As much as he'd like to say otherwise, Baalog is not often the smartest or the most cunning. He just knows he has so much leverage in most bargains that he throws his weight around. Though when he goes out to bargain, he forgets that he no longer has that leverage.
Their Climb to power: Baalog Ur'ull of the Blood Forge simply... appeared. At one point he was just a simple demon, that had to be the case. But one day, or perhaps it was century, Baalog stumbled across the Blood Forge. The tools sang to him, and the fires roared to life as he approached. The quenching barrels, once empty, filled with the blood of anything that bleeds. There he forged himself a crown, and declared himself a Lord.