Name: Omega
Title: Coming soon (maybe)
Age: Unknown
Gender: Male.
Allegiance: Heaven
Race: Spirit
Height: 6’
Weight: Does spirit energy weigh anything?

Personality:
Omega is a stereotypical cowboy. Kind and soft spoken always ready to lend a hand or gun to whoever needs it. Speaking of, his weapons of choice are a bit of a controversy among him and the angels. While they swear by the sword, Omega feels they could easily turn the tide of the war if they just started utilizing technology and often speaks openly about this. Nevertheless, the hosts of heaven are his people and Omega will fight to the end for them.

History:
Not even Omega knows how he came into being. When asked he simply says one day he “woke up”. He had no memory, no family, and no name. What he did have was a ghost town and an intact collection of old western movies and memorabilia. He learned everything from them and adopted the persona of a wandering lone cowboy as he identified with those characters the most.

After much time had passed Omega longed more and more to find more of his own kind. He began traveling long distances searching for signs of life. Eventually, he happened upon a Nexus portal and decided to enter. It was here he found a land under heavenly control brimming with life. While he was clearly not one of them, the angels who lived there accepted him and even gave him a name based on the symbol that replaced his face. While he learned their culture and way of life, he stuck to his cowboy motif simply because at this point it was who he was.

Though he had been told of the war, he never really felt the drive to fight in it since it wasn’t really his war. That was until the demons launched an attack on his new home. Watching the only people he had known and cared for be slaughtered was more than enough motivation for Omega to take up his guns and fight back.

Powers:
Heavenly Light: Omega emits a power light that temporarily blinds anyone unfortunate enough to be looking at him at the time.

Ethereal Form: Lacking a real body or true form, physical attacks such as regular bullets and weapons have little effect on Omega. However, he is more susceptible to magic and energy based attacks.

Charge Shot: Channeling his energy into his guns, Omega can fire off a more powerful shot that deals more damage the longer he holds it.

Weapons:
Truth and Justice: Twin revolvers of Omega’s own design. Made from celestial silver and infused with holy powers. They fire spiritual rounds capable of slaying demons and piercing armor plating. When the fight goes hand to hand Omega can still use them as each one had a blade on the end just as sharp as any other heavenly sword.

Equipment: N/A

Other:
Omega is ambidextrous which is why he can use a gun in either hand to full effect.

Name:
Sliske Arkilius

Titles:
The Serpent-Tongued Swindler, the Great Corruptor, the Ambassador of Hell.

Age:
Approximately 1,500

Gender:
Male

Allegiance:
Demons of Hell

Race:
Incubus

Height:
6’10”

Weight:
162lbs

Personality:
A liar, thief, and general rogue, Sliske Arkilius is a shady, demonic character that is capable of corrupting even the most strong-willed of humans with his silver tongue. He carries himself as a trickster and jester, always looking for the way out that he either finds fun or most beneficial, and is not averse to getting his hands dirty if he needs to. One can never be certain of his true intentions, and many of his fellow demons have come to respect his twisted form of ensnaring and corrupting others.

History:
Sliske Arkilius, his name chosen by himself, doesn’t remember much of his childhood. And who could blame him, that was almost a millennia and a half ago. What he does recall, though, was that his mother was a succubus and his father, like him, was an incubus. In a place like Hell, that was a common pairing, two demons that could match drives often made a long-standing couple, and he was the result of that. By that logic, he was dispositioned to have an affinity for corruption as it sat, and for some reason, it came to him easier that it should’ve.

Moving forward to around the time where humans began rising in power, the incubus found himself to have quite a relationship with the dark and mysterious workings of black magic. He took his time and decided to expand upon this newfound strength, quickly gaining a strong grip on these powers, all while realizing something. Why reanimate the fragile, corporeal body when you can ensnare the soul instead? A cruel thought, but it was nothing that hadn’t been done before. Many a Hellborn necromancer had taken this approach in the war that was raging, and they had failed. Sliske, though, had a different method for his procurement of malleable spirits…

He approached the town in broad daylight, a small place that had gone far beyond the limits of human society in the Nexus… no one would miss the poor bastards that lived this far off the grid. He stuffed his hands into his pockets and walked right in, his tall, lanky figure drawing the attention of a large number of the dwellers. By the time he had reached a fountain in the center of town, the men and women of the place were waiting, all of them armed with pistols, shotguns, and everything in between. He raised his head from the floor and laughed to himself, showing off the sharp, white teeth that solidified his demonic impression. ”Ladies, gentlemen, is that any way to treat your humble guest?” Ever the showman, the demon took his hands out of his pockets and raised them to the air, dark clouds forming in his palms. As the magic built up there, he turned to the side and raised several fully stocked buffet tables in the square, smiling as the poorer folk of the area dropped what weapons they had and ran for the tables, stuffing themselves. ”I come offering peace. Hell doesn’t wish to drag you into our war, we only ask that you ready yourselves before the forces of Heaven come to slaughter and enslave you. To them, you are imperfect, fit only for the most menial and repetitive of labors.” He was lying through his teeth, and the humans of this forsaken place were buying it. One by one, they approached the tables, hesitantly tasting the offering, and diving in soon enough. ”You may know me as Sliske, Ambassador of Hell.” The incubus disappeared into the shadows at the moment, going as quickly as he came.

From that moment forward, his plan was set into action. Three years passed before he set his claim to that area, casting a form of ethereal net over the place to ensnare the souls of any and all who died. Each and every single death in his domain brought him more power, unbeknownst to those that thought highly of the demon. Soon enough, he returned to the square to the applause of the humans. He had done much for them, fed them, kept the dangers of the war far from their farms and factories, kept sickness at bay… now it was time to redeem his prize. A devious smirk graced his lips as he shot a hand into the air, the net solidified into a dome in an astounding display. The light caught his teeth as he disappeared into the shadows, removing himself from the scene and letting the humans figure out what had happened for themselves.

They did soon enough, and a long ten years passed before the death finally stopped, the souls of those who died of starvation, suicide, and whatever other method now counted into Sliske’s power. Alone, he was simply a demon with an affinity for the twisted, torturous ways of the afterlife. With several cities worth of spirits adding to his reserves, he’s a master of persuasion and dark magic. Simply put, he is not a demon to cross, for you may end up a part of his own little motley crew.

He ended up as a Demon Lord under King Rufus soon after that one city he ensnared. Though that one is a story for another time.

Powers:
Necromastery – Anything killed while under the influence of Sliske’s persuasive powers has its soul snared by him, adding to his overall magical power. Half of his collected souls are released to the afterlife upon his temporary death, and/or whenever he feels like it. He can keep a maximum of 50 spirits under his control. The rest is for fun, of course.

Charmer – Sliske, in himself, is an extremely convincing character, and has a literal silver tongue. He can charm almost anything into obeying him, obvious exceptions being machines, rulers and angels, along with humans with extreme willpower.

Requiem – Sliske releases the souls he has collected in a devastating homing attack towards a single target. The souls will explode and cause a small AoE on impact with the target, and cannot be blocked by physical means.

Shapeshifting – A trademark of his race, Sliske can change his form at will. This can become stressful if done for extended periods of time.

Mystic – With a firm grasp of magic, Arkilius can cast a wide variety of spells. His favorite is, of course, the fireball.

Weapons:
Mahjarrat – An ornate, unbreakable dagger. For use when magical attacks fall short, or if a strike needs to be parried.

Claws – Sharp bone protrusions on the tips of his fingers. Dangerous indeed.

Equipment:
N/A

Other:
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Name:
Torag Draken

Titles:
The Harbinger of Light

Age:
548

Gender:
Male

Allegiance:
Angels of Heaven

Race:
Corporeal Wraith

Height:
7’5”

Weight:
210lbs.

Personality:
Fueled by vengeance, Torag Draken seeks nothing more than the head of the demon that murdered his friends and himself. He is a stalwart protector and places the lives of his allies before his own, and will readily volunteer to lead the armies of Heaven into battle. All in all, he’s a single-minded force of nature, hell bent on destroying the entirety of Hell in the search for his killer. He is, however, hesitant to injure humans, believing that many can be redeemed from their hellish ways.

History:
The story of Torag Draken is one that starts not at birth, but at death.

A holy and peaceful man for most of his life, Torag Draken had everything ripped from him one night as a group of bandits moved through his village. Every house was raided, and every resident was murdered in cold blood, himself included. As life slipped away from him, his throat cut and bleeding, the priest looked up to see the horns of a demon gloating over his bed, asking the age old question of ”Where is your God now?” For the first time, he had no answer. With that, he keeled over.

Instead of waking at the golden gates of Heaven like he expected, the holy man awoke in an empty void. All there was to guide him was a marble path spanning the darkness, seeming to emit light. He followed his only option, his life playing back in frames as he passed. Every just action he made, every confession he heard, every baptism he oversaw, played back to him as he walked. After what felt like days of walking, he came to the end of the marble path, which showed his body, bled dry over a pentagram back at the bandit’s camp. For the first time in his adult life, or unlife for that matter, he felt true, genuine anger. That’s when one of the many Valkyries of Heaven came to him with an offer that was impossible to refuse.

His body bled dry, skin taught against what was left of his muscles, and stripped of any defining features, reanimated on the pentagram it was placed on. When the corpse drew breath once again, only the demonic chief of the cutthroats reacted… by leaving as soon as possible. Torag, writhing in the pain of undeath, took the nearest weapon and proceeded to cut down all those that had killed in the name of that demon. Pleased with the act, the Valkyrie returned and gifted to him a blessed scythe and the broken claymore of the village smith, followed by a set of terrifying armor to hide is zombie-like appearance, then told him of his role in his new life. He was to fight with the armies of Heaven as a slow yet unstoppable force. He agreed, cursed anyway to walk the Nexus as an undead being for the rest of time.

A new purpose in his existence, Torag Draken set out with a fire rarely seen in the Angelic armies, intent on putting an end to this age old war. By the end of it, his blades will run red with demon blood, and he will finally be able to rest.

Powers:
Unstoppable Force – Torag cannot be halted by snares, traps, or magical means.

Strongarm – Torag can easily wield two-handed weapons in one hand.

Sure Grip – Torag cannot be disarmed in combat.

Bloodless – Vampires and health-sapping magic are ineffective against Torag.

Weapons:
Bloodletter – A scythe that sets aflame sinners and demons alike. Hot to the touch.

Geralt’s Claymore – A simple claymore of silver, broken the night Torag and his village were killed. It now avenges the one who forged it.

Equipment:
Paladin’s Armor – An extremely heavy, blessed set of armor that seems to repair itself slowly if broken or dented.

Other:
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