SpoilerName: Kake ((pronounced K'ahke)). Sometimes called Akakios which means "not Evil" due to certain actions.
Age: believed to be around 400 years old yet his demonic form means he has maintained a youthful form of no more than 25.
Looks: Kake has two forms. While called upon he maintains a strong demonic presence quite menacing and fearful, his "disguised" form is far more human. this permits him movements on Earth as an agent of Hades.
Personality: Kake is naturally aggressive, a personality Hades was once rather amused with the day he was "born" into creation. After a hundred years of apparently learning to selectively vent this anger he settled comfortably into the service of the God of the underworld. During many disputes between the gods, Kake was sent on secret tasks to subvert to faithful and cause general chaos on the mortal realms. His presence was recorded as one of the ferocious warriors on many battlefields.
Though his impulses can dictate his actions, their is a strangeness to him that does not fit to his breed of demon. His secret indulgences of mortal things. His fault has only been noted once when he spared the lives of innocence. His punishment was 100 years in limbo. Something that has steeled his mind due to the madness of his rage. Yet still the fault remains, a weakness or a virtue? Few can truly decide...
This was not the duty of a champion. kake had not sentenced so many to the fates of Hades to be used as a character in some elaborate game. He could feel his rage boiling beneath his skin. it was his purpose to destroy, it was his function, a desire he could contain for only so long. To be condemned and then prove oneself only to be used in a gamble felt degrading. His arm rose to smash the ground beside of him when he stopped a bare inch from the earth. Beneath his hand he could see the small fragile flower with orange petals blowing gently in the wind. So weak and helpless. He caught himself staring for a moment before gnarling his teeth and smashing his hand beside to flower. The dust rose around it yet it remained unharmed as he tried to control his temper. He had been trying to no avail for more then 200 years, yet every now and again his inner control won out. After all he did not become a champion by simply acting feral.
He stood as still as rock as the wind lapped at his back, the clouds swirling around Olympus. "Prove Zeus at fault with his choice, and you will be granted my favor." Hades had promised him one request. Unsure what his choice would be Kake felt his sight fix on the great mountain of Olympus, home of the gods, as he awaited his adversary. This would be unlike his other battles. As this would be a struggle of attrition more than anything. He was skilled in war, in butchery of men, in harvesting the threads of life and seeing them to the ferryman. He had not encountered an angel before. The whole situation would soon prove quite enlightening leaving Kake feeling curious.
If not anxious...