[OOC] In a Devil's Court.

[Khyron Shadowfang]

Rules:

1. Be nice to each other out of character even if your characters do not like each other.
2. Any problems speak to me first via pms.
3. 18+ Stuff, blood guts and gore at fine. 18+ Physical interactions are to be taken into pms. Any questions please ask.
4. Try to post atleast once per week. If you need more time then let me know.
5. Characters need to be approved 100% by me on the ooc section before you can post in-character with them.

Setting:

The world of Shal'var is a world teaming with life that makes itself known from the northern frigid pole to the southern great desert. The life itself comes in many different shapes and forms ranging from simple animals like cows, sheep, dogs and lizards to the great beasts such as Dragon's, Chimera's and Manticore's. Scattered across each of the vast continents, making them homes in the places most suited to them are the mortal and elder races; Humans, Dwarves, Halflings, Giants, Elves and many more. Each race as distinct from each other as a flower is to a tree, and while most of these races live in peaceful co-existence with battles and wars thought only for some ancient slight or fresh bout of conquest from risen tyrants, there is one race who have set their sights upon total dominion of all life through conquest, trickery, seduction, bribery and what ever means they have at their disposal.

This race is known as Devils.

Rumor has it that the Devil's were once Angels, turned dark by their eternal war with the Demons that come from the outer realms intent of consuming all life and souls. Some say that Devil's are the very embodiment of sinful and dark desires made manifest to test the world at the whim of Deities long since departed from the mortal realm. While there is much speculation on the origins of these fiends what is universally accepted is their dark desire for dominion.

The devils make their home on Kali'dar, the largest of the continents of the world with their cities scattered about the volcanic mountainous range known as the Dragon's Teeth, where their cities of obsidian, iron and brass rise from the darkened earth and stone to form towering cities of dark beauty.

Each city is ruled by a Devil Lord or Lady who was the founder of their city when Devil's first step foot upon this world. To aid in their own goals of expansion and conquest, each fiendish ruler has a court of devil's almost as great as themselves to do their bidding as they set their sights on ever expanding their own borders through military, magical and diplomatic might.

Our story see's us within the fourth oldest and greatest of the devil cities, Shadowshaw. Located on the northern most range of the Dragon's Teeth where the Emerald-Sea meets the frozen wasteland of the Expanse this city is ruled by Devil-Lord Morelion. A fiend whose appearance and arrogance offers some hint to the origins of the devil race, bearing a striking resemblance to the Celestial Angels that dwell at the heights of the world in more temperate climes. A towering humanoid of pale white skin and muscular build, his crimson and black armour framed by midnight black wings suggest a 'man' of martial and physical might but the deep crimson eyes that stare out at the world also suggest deep intellect and cunning. The kind of intellect and cunning that may see his and his subjects fortunes grow great in the years to come as plots seeded long ago begin to come to fruition.

Now our fiendish sire sits upon his obsidian throne, his claw like finger tips tapping out a four beat rhythm upon the arm rest, sending sparks from the contact of steel hard nails and hard wearing stone he awaits the arrival of his court; his most able if not loyal followers, to arrive so they may yet begin the next stages of their own and his great plans...

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Character Sheet:

Name: What is your character called.
Nicknames / Titles / Alias's: What is your character perhaps known by?
Age: Not so important for a devil, but somewhat in the range of 200-800 generally works best.
Gender: Male, Female, Both, N/A. The options can be many and varied.

Height: How tall do they stand?
Weight: How much do they weight?
Build: Lithe? Athletic? Muscular? So on and so forth.
Appearance: Description + picture if able.
Miscellaneous Appearance Notes: Anything that doesnt fit into the above category.

Personality: What are they like? Looking for atleast 1 decent (4-5 sentence) paragraph for this.
Specialty: Physical Combat? Magic? Diplomacy/Charismatic?
Dominating Trait/Sin: Any of the 7 Deadly work, or you may have something different like Loyalty / Zealotry, anything you can find of really.

Background: What brought them first into Morelion's employment / his court? What did they do before hand? What major events have their been in their long fiendish lives. Looking for 2-3 decent sized paragraphs again for this, if you need help then feel free to send me a pm.

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Hope you all look forward to this as much as im looking forward to see where the story takes us. :)

Below is what Morelion looks like:

Morelion:

[Khyron Shadowfang]

@Helexa @Stern Algorithm @eclecticwitch @Hellion @Fabricant451

[eclecticwitch]

Awesome, will start building soon!!

[Inuyasha]

Can I join? Super sick concept

[Khyron Shadowfang]

Sure.

[Stern Algorithm]

Lexus Dominiel

Name: Lexus Dominiel
Nicknames / Titles / Alias's: High Inquisitor
Age: 777
Gender: Male

Height: 6'6"
Weight: 30 lbs
Build: A skeleton.
Appearance:

Lexus Dominiel has the form of a skeleton dressed in holy raiment, whether it be crusader-like armor, inquisitorial robes, or vestments befitting a high priest. In all iterations, he is heavily bejeweled, with the jewels even forming parts of important facial features such as the eyes, nose, teeth and beard:

Heavily Bejeweled

Personality:

Lexus Dominiel has completely embraced the idea that devils came from angels and pompously sees himself as some sort of equal but opposite counterpart to those celestial, divine messengers. He is deeply philosophical and manipulative, driving lesser minds mad with pedantry, sophistry and circular logic. Lexus takes great joy in corrupting the pious with arrogance, ignorance, desperation, and power. Fanatically loyal to Morelion, Lexus is a pedagogue and expects the same devotion from his underlings and will not tolerate insubordination of any kind.

Specialty: Diplomacy, subterfuge, and magic. Lexus has the ability to corrupt the most powerful forces for good either into oppressive, close-minded regimes, or disorganized masses of hate and violence. He specializes in preying on the universal weakness of all sentient minds: the inability to self-criticize, and seeks out those in high positions, often acting as an echo chamber to amplify their irrational fears and biases. For this reason, he has has mastered speech, religious philosophy, as well as fire magic for combat, light magic for disguises, and even holy magic.
Dominating Trait/Sin: Fanaticism

Background:

Lexus Dominiel claims to be responsible for several devastating racial and religious crusades that had flared up in Shal'var's history, though he has little proof of this other than the mass of holy relics and religious artifacts that he has managed to hoard in his castle. Though capable enough at leading his own forces, he has sought time and time again for something to believe in, and has offered his fealty to several great devil lords in the past, only to eventually leave their employ, either by escape or by exile. Lexus has a history of not getting along with other devils due to his arrogant, pompous nature, and his tendency to use holy magic, which most devils see as an inexcusable threat. But it is this use of holy magic which has allowed him to maintain his territory, despite having antagonized many of his neighbors.

One day he slipped into Morelion's domain in the guise of a simple undead magician and served in his army. One day, out of the blue, he revealed himself to Morelion and swore fealty. Something about the way Morelion carried himself and led his forces sparked a fervent, undying loyalty in Lexus, who has served as Morelion's general and adviser since.

[Enzayne]

Lyria, the Scion of War

Lyria, the Scion of War

"Enough of your words. There are no promises to give, no payments to make, that will save you from destruction.”

Profile

Name: Lyria
Titles: Peace-Bane, The Scion of War, Doom of Esria
Age: 555
Gender: Female

Height: 6’2"
Weight: 180 lbs.
Build: Muscular

Appearance:
Lyria’s perhaps most striking feature is her apparent humanity. The casual observer most often sees a tall woman with unmistakeably human origin. Blonde shoulder-length hair and a face with distinct likeness to civilizations past makes her easy to fit in the race category. On closer inspection, however, that is where the similarities end. Her eyes roil with flames that twist and churn on her retinas. Her features are locked in an eternal frown of irritation or anger, a fine complement to her constant battle-readiness; always equipped with some form of armour and weaponry. Such equipment tends to change with the times, but it is always of grand quality, as though to show off.

Personality:
Lyria does not appear to have missed the fact that she looks more like a human than a proper devil, instead it seems to have impacted her two-fold. Firstly, her animosity for the world is hard to match, her irritable demeanour easily turning to anger, rage and defensive accusations. Her issues with her kindred are in ever increasing supply, and every reminder that she is different appears to drive her into further anger. Secondly, she heralds the human – and by extension, her own – form as the ultimate shape for war. She is adamant in her perceived superiority to a fault, and will defend her less-brutish form both in lengthy debate and violent duel. As a byproduct rather than any morality, she heralds humanity as valiant warriors and effective killing machines.

She is prone to bouts of rage, frustration and murderous intent. When she is not raging against the world, Lyria can be disturbingly cunning and pragmatic. As a scion of war, she is ultimately quite skilled and preferential to strategy. She enjoys outmaneuvering an opponent on the field of battle and logistics as much as she does destroying them on the battlefield. She considers diplomacy a wasted effort and negotiation a perversion of the natural order, but will paradoxically engage in it if it will bring her victory in the end.
She is never kind, but has been known to exalt warriors and soldiers who do well on the battlefield or at the strategist’s table – whether they are her own or the enemy’s. Impressing her is often the best way to remain on her good side.

Specialty:
Lyria is first and foremost a warrior and a commander. She can and will wade into the thick of battle and destroy countless hapless opponents. Through determination, brute force and tactics she will wear down and batter most opponents in due time. She is a fearsome enemy for mortals and demons both, and given the chance – devils. The harder an enemy fights, the more power and speed she appears to move with. She encapsulates strategy and the cunning of war in body and spirit, and can muster campaigns and conflicts that would be impossible to a mere layman.

Furthermore, the burning desire for conflict that she deifies is infectious. Her followers – devils and mortals alike with a passion for war – or subjugated into service – find themselves whipped into a blood rage that can only be stopped with total and absolute victory. Among mortals, her thirst for battle can be so empowering that allies turn on one-another, and armies dissolve into disorganized fighting pits and blood feasts – even after the enemy has quit the field. Likewise, her eye for strategy is corrupting, and any war council influenced by her will start eyeing possibilities that were previously morally wrong or treasonous.

Dominating Trait: War

Background:
Born to at least one human parent (or so the rumours say) in a region known then as Esria, Lyria quickly excelled in a martial career, rocketing her through the unprepared noblemen’s system. Though many throughout the years have expressed fear, disturbance and anguish caused by the woman, few rise to challenge her presence and continued climb wherever she goes.

For Esria, it first meant unparalelled success as the scion of war expanded their territory in every direction, subjugated folk wherever she went. The soldiers loved her, the coffers were full, the people saw luxuries unimaged. Then began the infighting, the pillaging, the unabashed slaughter of any who clung to a banner. A collective madness fell over the rich land, and what was a glorious union quickly fell into squabbling factions while the blood-crazed soldiers of the state turned on their superiors, their friends, and anyone else who was unfortunate enough to remain. When Esria turned to ash, the Scion of War had already moved on, with new campaigns and conquests on the horizon.

For centuries now, she has been a force as the tide or the wind. Powerful kings, devils, or simply just people of ’great’ character see her in the service for a time, as a mercenary queen, a general, or simply a powerful bodyguard. Most devils are loathe to keep her around for long, both because of her appearance and her endless animosity towards her own kind. She simply will not stop looking for reasons to fight someone, and most find the threat of rebellion, madness and death too great a price to keep her around for long. Those that benefit from her services find themselves victorious more often than not in whatever conflicts they were embroiled in, but are also left forever changed by the experience, whether that is brutality, loss of manpower, or dread.

Not so for Morelion. In rumour among the courts it is said he invited the Scion of War to his abode and bested her in single combat, earning her loyalty on a tenuous leash. Others yet say that he is paying her in some inscrutable way, with a payment that is as horrifying as it is hard to discern. Everything from eternal war to blood ritual bindings has been spoken of. Even still, some discerning devils note that ever since Lyria first associated with the the pale devil-lord, her assaults on the civilized worlds have petered off into surgical raids and disciplined drills, as civilized as devils can be. A call has gone out far and wide for hopeful battlemasters to join the greatest horde that will ever be. Of course, Lyria would not call her army anything else. But it appears that the Devil-Lord has managed to somehow leash the unruly warrior. Why, and how long, remain to be seen.

[Supersona]

Hey! I'm super interested in this idea c: Is it alright if I apply?

[Khyron Shadowfang]

Sure. So far both character sheets up are looking good.

@Enzayne @Stern Algorithm

[eclecticwitch]

A Creature of Deep Desires, Demon of Lust (18+ nuances)

^{(This is her true form, only shown when in a weakened state.)}

Name:
Lascivia
Nick Name:
Lassi, Via, Queen of Pleasures
Age:
~200,000 - As long as there have been humans
Sex:
Female... for the most part
Sexuality:
Yes please

The Body

Height:
5'0"
Weight:
135lbs - Generally curvaceous but lithe
Hair:
Black, straight, silky
Eyes:
Bright Gold
Skin Tone:
Reddish, rust tinted
Appearance:
She can be the epitome of what one most desires. However, her favourite state is that of a rather traditional devil. Red skinned, curvy, perhensile and spade tail, and a love of showing off all of her assests. She doesn't necessaily have a favorite style of clothing, simply what feels right or good at any given time. She prefers that her hair be long and silky, the more fun to play with. She enjoys her role and plays it well.

The Soul

Likes:
Pleasure, hedonism, seduction, turmoil or togetherness in a relationship, teasing, children
Dislikes:
Denial of desires, righteousness, salt, mess/dirty/unkempt, bitter flavors, "No", indecisiveness
Positive Traits:
affectionate, passionate, bold, outgoing, witty, sensual, gentle, open-minded, charming, observant, confident
Negative Traits:
demanding, extravagant, impatient, self-indulgent, spoiled, vain, promiscuous, manipulative, selfish, materialistic
Personality:
In meeting Lascivia she is all warmth and affection. She enjoys touch and may brush back hair, caress a cheek, or wrap an arm about someone's waist. She loves presents and gifts in any form and is not likely to turn one down. She can usually be seen smiling and is generally a lovely conversational partner. She jokes and laughs and only wants to see others in a good mood. However, her anger is cold and a tempest. She is never the sort to yell. Low and soft she speaks. Gentle in hand, soothing, pulling one closer to her web. Ensnaring. And she is not above torture.

Speciality:
Charisma, control/persuasion, shape-shifting

Dominating Trait:
Lust, sexuality, desire - See history

Skills:

• Can you take a guess at her first one?
• Getting people to do as she wishes
• Reading desires, needs, and wants - Somewhat like mind reading but more non-specific
• Torture
• Deft with small blades

Brief History:

• She was born... Well, it was quite a long time ago, as far as she can remember. Losing track is rather easy when one has been around a while. For as long as there have been humans there has been Lascivia. At first, she had no name and no form. She was an abstract concept. A being brought to existence through human understanding.
• It was perhaps when human-kind stopped being a hunter-gatherer society and settled land that she began to take forms. She would live among them and feed off of their desire. It is during this time she takes the name Lascivia.
• As time moved on she began to be worshipped in her many forms and she relished the attention and gifts. Now and again she would meet others like her. Some new and young. Some who came to be around her time. And some far older and darker than herself.
• She is the mother to the creatures that become labeled as Incubi and Succubi. In some cultures they were muses. In others, demons.
• A religion of suppression starts to take shape. Lascivia loves the imagery of the traditional demon and starts to take this on. Unfortunately for her, it causes her sort to become abhorred in polite society that is ruled by this religion. But human nature is human nature. She is instead worshipped in the dark. Secrets and quiet. Humans become more creative in their sexualities.
• Lascivia finds it is not just imagery but there are little devils about. Of course, their shapes are many and (for the most part) not at all like the images she has seen in her wanderings among humans. She becomes curious and starts to wander in this country too.
• Upon meeting Morelion she is fascinated by his bearing and interested in what he might do. Her curiosity overwhelms her. She comes to him and pledges her allegiance. How far will this man go? How far will she truly follow?

The Ether

Color Code:
C8A7C3
Theme Song:
In This Moment - Whore
Extra Notes:
(For myself, notes to be updated as we go.)

[eclecticwitch]

@Enzayne I honestly can't wait for Lascivia and Lyria to have a conversation.

Edit - that is if she ends up accepted! Lascivia I mean...

[Khyron Shadowfang]

She is.

[eclecticwitch]

Huzzah!

[Enzayne]

I honestly can't wait for Lascivia and Lyria to have a conversation.

@eclecticwitch

:D

Heeeh, I doubt it will go well for anyone involved. If it does, I imagine it goes poorly for everyone not involved...

[eclecticwitch]

Who knows! The banter between the two will be so much fun!!

[LanternLight]

Livia, The-Star-In-Chains

Name: Livia

Nicknames / Titles / Alias's: [Title] Court Herald, [Mockery]The-Star-In-Chains, Slavelight, Broken-sun

Age: Unknown, 125 in her current incarnation

Gender: Currently female

Height: 5’ 11”

Weight: Varies. Usually maintains a weight/density of 600lbs. Can crack granite with a hard strike of her heel.

Build: Lithe

Appearance: Her body is a constant crackling inferno. The outline of a body can be discerned underneath the constantly burning flames surrounding her, but it’s as constant as a burning log in any fire. You can stare at her for hours and not see any change in her appearance, but look away for a few minutes and look back to find parts of her have smouldered and burned away. Then look away again only to find she has rebuilt her dying embers and flares anew.

Miscellaneous Appearance Notes: The Brokensun constantly tries to maintain an appearance of calm, trying to live a role of decorum and protocol. When truly angered or allowed to unleash her full fury on the orders of her master, the burning light she emits is enough to permanently blind any mortal and many magical entities. It tires her considerably.

Personality: Livia lives by the code of the court. It is all she can cling on to at this point and still feel whole. She is precise. She is exacting. She accepts no excuses. Any supplicant wishing to approach her masters court and present a petition or grievance must observe all protocol or earn Livia’s ire. To the nameless subjects that live in her masters realm, she obliterates. To visiting dignitaries that are politically immune, she records their transgressions for future punishment.

Specialty: Politics. Court Procedure. Public executions.

Dominating Trait/Sin: Fury. Duty. Every slight against her or her master makes her burn with resentment and rage. Duty keeps it all in check until she is allowed to release it as her master wishes. If the fury is left building for too long… explosive behaviour may be inevitable…

Background:

Livia was a Living Star. The Light of the Morning. Her searing light had burned demons into nothingness in the forgotten wars of history. Livia had enjoyed the burning and did not want to stop, even when commanded. She had burned for a purpose and now she burned for herself.

Livia was incandescent. Livia founded one of the great devil cities. Livia was admired and loved and respected by all.

Livia was betrayed.

Livia was a being that reincarnated every few hundred years, always powerful. She’d been female, male and anything in-between, but always powerful. She’d ruled the devil city of Starfall since recorded history. Or, at least, the recorded history that most people were allowed to know.

Livia was powerful. Everyone knew. Livia was respected. Everyone knew. Livia ruled the greatest city of all devil-kind. Livia was vulnerable. Only her closest advisors knew.

When Livia went through one of her semi-millennial reincarnations, when she would burn into an incandescent light that seared into her a new personality but with all the old cruelty, ambition and objectives, she was betrayed. Her flaming rebirth was doused. Her traitor-advisors and false-friends employed great magics to prevent the Living Star from completing her reincarnation.

She was left crippled. Half a star. Left to seek refuge in the court of Morelion. Treated as an honoured guest.

She’d waited the long decades and centuries until her next reincarnation cycle when she could complete it successfully and regain her full might and power and burn out the sight of those that had betrayed her.

But she didn’t regain her power. She was even weaker than before. A shadow of a shadow of her former self. Her former friends-turned-enemies drew closer. Morelion had been happy to host an equal as a guest and offer his protection, but Livia was clearly no longer that. The only protection Morelion would now offer was that of an owner protecting his property. With a smouldering fury, Livia submitted as a slave to Morelion to preserve her existence.

She lives at his mercy, now deathly protective of his honor, if only because any slight to him is magnified on her a thousand-fold.

She will break her chains. She will gain her throne again. She will burn incandescent.

But for now, she serves.

[Supersona]

Hey! Just wanted to let you know that I'm still planning on making a character for this. I just got back from a vacation in Florida which is why it's taken me so long

[Dealdric]

@Khyron Shadowfang

My Hider

Nicknames / Titles / Alias's:

The Weaver of change, the Cross-road Trader, the Masked

Age:

675

Gender:

Female

Height:

5'4"(when not on her spider legs)

Weight:

102 lbs

Build:

Fit yet very thin

Appearance:

Dirka's skin is the same color everywhere, except the small of her back where a small grey bump with four needles protruding from it. The mass is where her four spider legs protrude when she wishes it. She has only four digits on her hands and three on her feet, each digit ending in a razor-sharp claw. Her claws are dull grey, and seem flawless. She normally wears a purple tunic with black designs of spiders that has an opening for her legs, and black pants that are tucked into black, fur-lined boots. She also occarionsally wears a grey Shaw that resembles spider-webs.

Miscellaneous Appearance Notes:

Across her back are several scars, as well as one one her palm and her right collar-bone. She also has a black pendant around her neck.

Personality:

People have called Drika many things over the years; evil, cruel, cold, and psychotic. But in reality, all those people were so far from the truth. Dirka has always hid who she was behind a maniacal and crazed mask of lies. She does this for fear of how people would treat the soft-spoken, kind-hearted, intelligent, wise and honorable woman that doesn't belong where she's at. She believes that survival should be at the front of her mind, not being true to herself.

Specialty:

Dirka prefers not to fight, rather making deals or favors. If that doesn't work, she'd have one of her abominable war-machines do it for her. To say she's harmless however would be stupid. She knows a great many spells and is well trained in the use of a scimitar. Her preferred tactic is to raise up on her spider legs and confuse her target while stabbing and slashing at weaknesses points to kill them as quickly as possible.

Dominating Trait/Sin:

Many have said that the greatest sin was to lie. Dirka, out of fear, does it constantly.

Background:

Dirka was born in Morelion's domain, with her mother and her uncle, Derdge. Her mother was head of the Carteson Guild, a guild for devil merchants and Craftsman sell their wares and assist in business ventures. Many of the members were greedy, except her mother and uncle. Her father had died long before she was born, so she only had them. Her mother was worried about her daughter's good-hearted nature, so she and Derdge taught her how to act as evil and cruel as possible. Dirka originally thought it a game, but when she acted innocent around a lower guild member, he grinned and found a blackmail opportunity. He grabbed Dirka when no one was looking and blackmailed her mother that he'd show her weakness if she didn't step down. In response, his head was removed in front of Dirka by Derdge, who immediately picked her up and warned her: "Crawler, deary...'Member 'dis moment. 'Dat's what happens when ya' don't act like 'da bad guy. So from no on, pretend you ain't you. Don't worre', you ain't in trouble."
After that, Dirka spent as much time around her mother and Derdge as possible. Her mother taught her much about business, and how dark magic always sweetened the deal. While with Derdge, she learned metalwork and how metal could be used for many things other than just weapons. But when ever he could, he would take her to the markets and help her practice being a opportunist in public, but a survivalist in private.
This lasted for about 200 years, before a small border dispute occurred between Morelion and another devil's domain. They being in a town rather close to the border, did not escape it's carnage. Dirka was taken and enslaved by a Noble of the other devil's domain, and she never saw her family for 121 years. While enslaved, Dirka was whipped several times by her master, each time being because she disobeyed. It was the first time she learned to truly hate. One night, when both were alone, he drunkenly ordered her to remove her clothes. She didn't, so he attempted to strike her. Instead, she impaled his arm with one of her spider legs, and he screamed in agony. She quickly ripped out his wind-pipe with her claws, and he went silent, but still held on to life. She tackled him and proceeded to rip him apart, slowly and painful.
When she was done, the room was red. All that remained of her former master was bones, blood, and torn fabric. She looked at her hands in disgust. She quickly wiped herself off and silently left the nobles home. After a few weeks of travel, she got back to her home city. It was rebuilt, but not as Grand as before. She quickly learned that the Carteson Guild moved closer to the capital, but still had a member there. She found this member who turned out to be her uncle. She found him hammering away on a sword, and noticed one of his horns were broken, his once dark hair was gray, and his massive bulk was now dangerously thin. He didn't stop till she greeted him with the sweetest voice he could. He immediately dropped the hammer and looked behind him. "...Crawler?..." He looked at her in awe. He was blind in one eye and the once mottled brown and orange skin was scarred. She immediately hugged him and cried. He simply held her and patted her head.
Once she got resettled, she became Dredge's Clerk and learned her mother had died in the raid. He never had the knack for business her mother had, and she clearly inherited it. After a year of her recovering, she started helping him get back in shape. She and Dredge sparred every day for two years there afterwards, and she maintained his health. He was old, but she got him to where he could do all he could and more. She had in the meantime re-established herself as a member of the Carteson guild, with her Uncle's help. After buying and establishing her own trading company and buying out the leader of the Carteson guild, she gained her mother's spot. She had everything she wanted, till she got an interesting invitation from Morelion himself.
In the audience, Morelion had claimed to have heard her tale and commended her for her prowess and ambition. She pretended to be prideful, but secretly she was filled with thoughts that this wouldn't go well. But he surprised her. He asked her to be an adviser of industry and economy. She was confused and baffled, and she was so stunned by the request that she fainted. When she came to, she blurted out yes, thus intertwining her fate with his.
She immediately regretted it.

[Khyron Shadowfang]

All of the characters looking good so far, going to check with a couple more people when they will have their sheets done before we get started with the in-character stuff.

[Edeul Morralis]

Moggoroth

Name: Moggoroth Morralis
Nicknames/Titles/Alias': Edeul Morralis/Horseman/The Living Sin
Age: 800
Gender: Male (can change genders when tempting or toying with mortals)
Height: 6'
Weight:210
Build: Muscular
Appearance: Moggoroth keeps the appearance of a dark elf most of the time with two distinct rings on his right hand with two ancient symbols on them. The ring he has on his index finger bears the symbol of horseman, and the one on his ring finger bears the symbol of sin. He keeps his elven form all the time unless he is in battle or tormenting the mind of a mortal. It is said that he was the one that current pictures of devils and demons are based off of.

True Form

Personality: Moggoroth denies that devils were once angels. He argues he has memories of when he was mortal, but doesn't have any concrete proof that says its true. He states that all devils are complete opposites of the celestial race, and that they had to have been born into this world by devils or created once a soul is too heavily corrupted to be pardoned of the sins they have committed. Moggoroth is highly intelligent, philosopher, manipulative, cunning, and can spin lies that have caused wars not just in the mortal realm but amongst his own kind. When confronted by hostility Moggoroth is able to turn it towards another person or devil with his cunning and serpent like tongue..

Specialty: Magic, Subterfuge, Mendacious, and Diplomacy/Politics. Moggoroth has the ability to bring forth calamity in the form of war, pestilence, famine, and death to the world. Let it be by spinning lies or manipulating high authority figures to cause most of the damage for him. Moggoroth has the ability to enter a persons mind and control them by the desires for the cardinal sins or by spinning a web of lies that's near impossible to see through. He makes it his goal to seek out high authority figures or holy men, and cause them to fall from grace and spin webs a deceit amongst their followers. Moggoroth has learned over the years many magic spells and incantations, but mostly specialized in fire, shadow manipulation, and lightning. Due to his age and how long he spends in his study. He has many more powers in the magical arts.
Dominating Trait/Sin: Wrath/Vindictive

Background: Moggoroth has been the cause of multiple wars and massacres in both mortal and devil realms. Every time he is confronted about causing one amongst devils. He bends the truth so well that it causes conflict among other houses, and removes all the tension focused on his house. After the first war broke out among his house and the devil house of Gramour. Moggoroth spent a large amount of time experimenting on his most loyal subjects to create the ultimate soldiers. Then 10 devils with a trait given by the sin they specialized in. These 10 soldiers became known as the 10 commandments and Moggoroths Generals. He spends most of his days in his castle's study trying new magic formulas, and experimenting on all the races of the world to create stronger soldiers in not only his army but Devil Lord Morelion's army as well.

It was many years ago that Moggoroth started following Morelion. He was drawn to the power and the way he saw the world around him. He has been the most loyal General and oldest adviser in his court. Moggoroth has proven to Morelion and his advisers time and time again that he is more than capable at any task sent his way, and executing his lords will as wished before given an order.