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Uncivil War [High-Casual]

Okay, it looks like this actually got enough interest! I'll get the OoC put up right quick

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@RangingWolf,@Z3r0fr33z3,@Nevix,@Hillbilly12,@Skepic
THE OOC IS UP!

The Pickers

Rigger Moretz

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Rigger awoke slowly, his eyes peeling open as he raised himself from slumber methodically. He briefly surveyed his room, to ensure all was as it was left. The room was almost entirely barren, save for one wall. On the wall were rather crudely drawn portraits of his fellow pickers, as well as the captain, lieutenant, and pilot. Next to these pictures were sheets upon sheets of hastily scribbled notes, detailing behavior, likes, dislikes, and various observations. Having been roused by the Captain's rather grating voice, Riggs slowly walked over to the Captains portrait, and thumbed briefly through his notes on the Villianian. Raising his head to look around, Riggs could feel a familiar warm surge from the rooms around him -conscious connections were quickly springing to life. Annoyance, with what seemed to be a tinge of fear in some, could be felt palpably from all the crew members around him. Rigger widened his eyes in an expression that could most easily be related to a smirk as he walked out of his small room, heading for the commons room.

While the sudden end of his sleep was annoying at best, Rigger knew better than to argue with the Captain. Riggs didn't particularly mind in the end -his race didn't need as much sleep as many others, and he himself was used to sleepless nights in his planning. As he walked through the halls of the ship, he seemed to glide rather than visibly walk, his movements all smooth and calculated. He took his time, shifting from side to side through the hallway as he passed beneath the periodically blinking lights.

Riggs stood still momentarily before the door of the commons room, allowing it time to open with a harsh hiss. Before he stepped through the door, he surveyed the room momentarily -it appeared that he was the first arrival, save for the Captain. He walked in, slowing his pace even further. Like a vulture over prey, Riggs circled the meal table in a wide sweep, his eyes shifting quickly all throughout the room, drinking in as much detail as he could. Finally he stopped walking, coming to a stop opposite of the Captain at the table. He stayed standing, bird-like eyes focused intensely on the Captain. A lack of needing to breathe made Rigger eerily still as he stared down the Captain, wordless. He could feel a weak connection from Captain Askel, reaching out to the pilot. Difficult to read, Riggs pinned the connection down to either blatant apathy, hatred, or possibly respect?

"Raised by my own damn race, and I can't even read her connections properly." Rigger chided himself mentally. Then, he considered that very fact may be the reason her connections were so dull and vague to him -nevertheless, he kept his gaze steady, as his pupils grew with curiosity. Wordless, his arms slowly fell to his sides

The Horde of Evil - Tresspassing through treacherous tribes' territory! (RP closed)

@Eviledd1984
Happy late birthday, mate. Happy 32nd?

Uncivil War [High-Casual]

"UNCIVIL WAR"

"A tale of men doing all the wrong things for all the right WRONG reasons."
Theme

-PLOT-

Your characters are fighting in a civil war, in a desperate attempt to topple the most powerful government to exist since the late twenty-first century. The odds of success are ridiculously low, the odds of survival are even lower. The stakes? Just high enough to make it all worth it. Gain control of the governments not-so-secret weapon, and whatever is left of Earth will kneel. Total control, fame, power, and a chance to make the world better. For whatever half-baked reason you attempt to justify, honor is most certainly not one. A fight against upwards of a million soldiers armed with alien technology is only won through dirty play and an utter lack of civility. This is where you come in-

-CHARACTERS-

The Uncivil war roots from the military -started by martyrs who attempted to preform high treason against the Lord Sisiex-Kamen. While the major players in the rebellion will be rogue military units, the mission is clearly a suicide run for all involved -as such, they would be more than happy to recruit anyone sympathetic to their cause that can hold a gun.

-BACKGROUND-

It's a mite longer than the rest

Years in the future, humankind begins colonization of planets past their own. Upon sending their first manned ships past the asteroid belt, they were surprised to see the ship simply disappear from existence. Not an hour later, unknown spacecraft were seen in orbit around each human colony, earth included. What we now assume to be alien infantry marched on the leaders of our world in union, offering no communication. Rather, they offered a strange salute before disappearing. After a year of no further alien sighting, their effect was seen -a massive plague racked humanity. All of humanity off of earth was killed within a day, while those on earth suffered a mortality rate of almost 50%. It took humanity centuries to recover -the sudden loss of so many people resulted in a crash of modern technology, forcing an artificial second bronze age, of sorts. By the time human numbers were at a similar quantity, the governmental powers humanity once knew were long gone, now replaced by three major powers that took control of the chaos. First, the warlike nation of Sisiex, named for their ruler Lord Sisiex-Kaman. Second, the Patriotic Defense League -a rebirth of the United States, focused heavily on reinstating patriotic ideals. Finally, the National Party -a communistic society formed in the burning ruins of Russia. After some heavy handed negotiations, Sisiex successfully subjugated the PDL with the assistance of the NP. Sisiex scientists then attempted to recreate the alien plague, which worked all too well. Upon releasing the plague (and killing off most of the NP in the process) the aliens made contact once more for the first time in centuries. Upon the activation of their infantry, rather than wait around doing nothing, the Nation of Sisiex immediately went to war. The alien forces, not expecting retaliation, were caught off guard and annihilated. The alien technology was almost immediately assimilated into the armed forces for the Sisiex, in case of further alien attack. While the aliens have not shown hide nor hair for decades, true turmoil stirs from within the great nation in the form of a rebellion.

Hardly Divine: Decadence

The High Consecrated

"The High Consecrated"

NAME:
Hayle, The High Consecrated

CHARACTER:
In description of The High Consecrated, the most base adjective would be love -though far less in the traditional sense. While the primary driving force behind the High Consecrated is love, the majority of this love is dedicated to himself. Some may chalk this behavior up to arrogance, and they would be completely correct. Hayle views himself as the picture of perfection, above the rest of the world. As such, he lacks any sort of ambition -one can't go up from the top. As such, his enjoyment in life truly comes from the problems and drama of others, content to simply latch onto someone else's troubles and amplify them tenfold. This love for strife stems from his propensity for boredom. His attention span is minuscule, and should something fail to entertain him for long enough, he considers it rather worthless. These flaws aside, the love that drives him is not completely absent in his interaction with others. He still cherishes all life, so long as they do nothing to lose his love. Along with this love is a passionate charisma -when one is talking to The High Consecrated, he makes them feel like the universe revolves around them alone. Despite sometimes displaying outright terrible behavior, the High Consecrated makes himself very hard to hate.

FLAWS:

• Arrogant to a fault -one as perfect as The High Consecrated could never lose... right?
• Believing that he is already perfect, he lacks any ambition of his own. Rather, prefers to simply urge on the drama of others until he gets bored of them
• Gets bored extremely easily, long term commitment is a problem

APPEARANCE:
Generally average height, Hayle has pristine tan skin stretched taut over his chiseled muscles. He wears a well fitted white suit over an unbuttoned silk dress shirt, deep purple in color. His face is angular, with a chiseled jawline and similar cheekbones. His wide eyes are a striking blue, equidistant from a sharp, straight nose. Just below his nose, his thin lips almost constantly curl up on the right side, giving him a surprisingly endearing sneer. His face is framed with a dark stubble, just short enough to seem like he just woke up, but long enough to not look patchy. His eyebrows are sharp, and almost always tilted upwards, giving him an amused expression. A sharp widows peak leads up to his hair, gelled into a neat swoop in the front, cut short at the back and the sides. A white streak runs through the black hair, almost glowing in contrast. An unlit cigarette is always present hanging from his mouth.

ESSENCE:
In his warping of reality, The High Consecrated is capable of crafting and manipulating near-perfect to reality illusions. These illusions take on a massive range -anywhere from creating a hazy fog around the area, to making a twenty foot long sword of pure light. This illusion always radiates a warmth from it, influencing those around. This influence manifests itself by it increasing peoples vulnerability to his charismatic manipulation, and by extent, their belief in his illusions. This is what allows him to create impossible illusions that are still believed.

EMBLEM:
The High Consecrated's emblem is a gold-plated flip lighter, engraved with the image of a rose.

RELATIONSHIPS:

God:
Hayle is disappointed in God, if nothing else. Though he believes someone else could do far better, he doesn't believe himself to be the one. Rather, he is content with the opportunity of the situation. Soon enough, someone will make a power play against God, and it will be his opportunity to stir the drama further, pushing against the coup from the sidelines.

Literally every other goddamn character:
TBD, for now

STATS:

Ambition: 0
Combat: 1
Essence: 7
Cunning: 7
Reputation: 10

I felt like my original CS didn't quite capture what I was going for, so as of 8:07 UTC 4/20, I completely rewrote the personality and essence section, just FYI

The Pickers

The Voice of Justice

The Voice of Justice

Theme Song:

Hell March

"I'm not a murderer. I'm not a villain. I am merely a tool guided by the universe."

Name

Rigger Moretz

Nicknames

Riggs- Shortening of name
The Voice of the People- Nickname given by the press after multiple assassinations of corrupt leaders

Position

Picker 1

Age

12

Gender

Male

Charged Crime(s)

Assassination of multiple political and religious figures.

Reputation

Many know of Riggs as a scoundrel, a scourge against humanity for his many assassinations on important figures. However, those who have been directly influenced by The Voice of the People know him instead as a hero -the one who liberated the masses from corrupt leaders, and paved the road for revolution.

Appearance

The species of Corvidae is known to have a generally humanoid figure, with few differences from humans. The Corvidae stand at an average of 6'3" in males, 6'5" in females. Their proportions are very similar to humans, though lend more length to arms and legs, and less to their torso. They also have exaggeratedly large forearms, and large hands. The Corvidae are capable of expressing any hue of green, blue, or violet in their skin. This coloration is, for the most part, dull, though a rare Corvidae may display bright colored skin due to an anomaly in pigmentation. The Corvidae's face sports a pair of eyes offset further to the side of the face, and a wide mouth stretching from just beneath each eye. Because the Corvidae is unable to manipulate their mouth to smile or frown naturally, they only show expression through their eyes. All Corvidae have the same eyes -pure brownish-red, with large black pupils in the center.
Rigger in particular has a dull blue-gray skin tone, and is 6'4". His forearms are much less exaggerated than most of his race, though. His eyes are framed with deep dark circles, as well as his hands, which appear to have been permanently soaked in a black ink of some sort. Riggs also sports many incandescent tattoos of strangely scrawled writing that appears to shift and change over time in a bright yellow-orange color.

Height

6'4"

Weight

110 lbs.

Personality

Rigger is a dreamer -a believer in all that is right and just in the world. That being said, he has a very adamant sense of that which is right and just, and he is not easily swayed. While he has no forgiveness in his heart for corruption and people in places of power who lie, he himself walks a grey line in his belief of the average person lying. Riggs believes that the ends justify the means, and is not above vigilante style justice -lying, blackmail, and torture to seek out those who deserve death, then a swift deliverance of death.
Rigger is a high believer in karma, and the spirit of the law rather than the letter. He believes that any action of malintention will be repaid in kind, one way or another, and that good actions will bring their warranted rewards. He holds himself in high regard, refusing to believe that he is ever on the unjust side. He is also very arrogant, overconfident in his ability. This leads to friction with similar people, but has also helped him subjugate many people to his cause.

Likes

• Justice
• Success
• Himself
• Confidence

Dislikes

• Corruption
• Weak Willed People
• Failure
• Water

Skills

• Forgery -with a small sample of writing, can perfectly imitate any.
• Long range combat
• Stealth and subterfuge
• Planning, plotting, and scheming

Weaknesses

• Melee combat
• Unexpected conflict
• Acids
• Considerably weak, physically

Fears

• Acid
• Failure
• Artificial Intelligence

History

Born into a low class family on the countryside of Hal'aen, the main city of his home planet Corthinidae, Riggs was destined for a life of toil and labor, nothing more. The Corthinidae had a long standing rivalry with the nearby planet of Orcris Prime, which eventually built up to the war that tore apart their nations just before the birth of Rigger. Though the Corvidae won the war, eliminating the residents of Orcris Prime, it came at a cost. Massive war debt incurred by the species killed the planet-wide economy. Hyperinflation put many out of work, and lead to hostile occupation by a species of aliens who was the Corvida's primary supporter during the war.
It was during this occupation that Rigger had his first experience with corruption that sent him on his spiteful path. To see their once benefactors to go so quickly from wholehearted support to hostile occupation stuck deep in his mind. The occupation lasted until Rigger was five years of age, at which point a massive revolution overturned the occupiers, and allowed the Corvidae to establish a solid government, and take the first steps to reparations of the economy.
At first Rigger saw this as a blessing, until the new government took hold of the country and showed their true colors. Within months, all who opposed their new regime were put to death, public executions to make an example. Rigger refused to stand for this, and took action. Gathering a small group of supporters, he marched on a political gathering, and ordered the leaders at gunpoint to assist him in his coup. Though a large following was accumulated for Riggers cause, they were eventually put down, and Rigger was thrown into jail for nine months.
On his release, Rigger did not give up, nor back down. Rather, he began again with a new fire. He attempted to regain his old support, only to find the thousands that once stood with him were no longer willing. This was not something that Rigger would accept, so he again took action.
News articles all throughout Corthinidae reported on the assassination of the leader of the CDP, Rigger's largest political rival of the time -a nationalist supporter who believed in segregation of Hal'aen from the rest of the planet. While this did not garner support for his cause (rather, caused a rallying of voters for an almost unknown political group, the CCP). Political discussion aside, this killed the last of Riggers faith in the organized political system. It was from here that Rigger took on his most shady activities.
In order to make a real difference in the world, over the next two years Rigger took on a series of political and religious assassinations in Corthinidae and the neighboring planets. While he was surprisingly successful in the most base terms, he did not achieve that which he wanted. There was no fundamental change only corruption. Realizing that his planet was doomed, he left to spread his word to other corrupt planets.
Over the years he was met with varying degrees of success. While he always managed to put away his target, be it with forgery or a bullet, revolution didn't always come. What did always come was the reputation. It seems he was never quite careful enough, because each time he completed a mission, his face would be plastered over the news. Some proclaimed him a hero, others wanted his head.
Finally, one day he was brought down. He was given a choice -become a picker, or face life in prison for his list of executions. His choice was seemingly obvious.

Corvidae

Lifespan

21 years

Home planet

Corthinidae- A small planet, almost the size of Pluto. The planet is known for its seas, lakes, and rains of highly basic liquids, as well as the almost flat nature of the planet -no mountains or caverns, and few hills.

Culture

Due to the physical nature of the Corvidae, all creatures are loathe to engage in hand to hand combat -the blood of the Corvidae is a highly basic substance that will dissolve flesh in a matter of minutes. As such, the Corvidae were pigeonholed into a life of dishonor. When one's enemy refuses to attack face to face, rather preferring orbital bombings, one must lose their sense of honor as well. The government of the Corvidae is a dishonest one, full of subterfuge and lies, as is nature with the Corvidae. The military of the Corvidae focuses primarily on stealth and range advantage, preferring to wipe others out before they have a chance to retaliate in brute force.
In Corvidae culture, though emotion is felt, it is not dwelled on. Much of the Corvidae's life is ruled by practicality and logic, though there has been a sort of pseudo-Renaissance among the Corvidae leading to a large following of those who prefer focus on emotion. These are still in the minority, however, as the Corvidae are genetically inclined to the intellectual pursuits -the Corvidae are able to to process information with extreme efficiency.
The Corvidae culture also relies on something quite unique to their race. The Corvidae are known throughout their system for what is almost a sixth sense that they possess. A sort of advanced empathy, the Corvidae are aware of emotional connections between others, as well as certain objects, should the connection be strong enough. This is a primary cause of the Corvidae's lack of emotional expression in traditional ways -they can always see the connection without outside cues.

Sorry for potato camera

The Horde of Evil - Tresspassing through treacherous tribes' territory! (RP closed)

Fell Obereon stood tall, his artificial spine stretched out to its maximum. He had hoped it would make him look more intimidating. As he stared up at the demon towering at least three feet above him, he knew it didn't. Nonetheless, he stood his ground, and drew his broken blade. He heard an ethereal laugh, ringing through his ears.

"Demon! Your services have been fulfilled. What is your price?" Fell called up, spreading his arms wide before the demon.

The dark figure kneeled down, oily skin stretched taut over his innumerable limbs. The gaping mouth on it's otherwise blank face opened impossibly wide, unhinging. Resting in the abyssal cavern of his throat was an image dancing in red flame. Along with the image came a musky scent, intermingled with an oaken smoke. Beneath his mask, Fell frowned. The price, far too high for the services rendered. He opened his mouth to speak, but quickly stopped himself. One does not haggle with a demon, a lesson he learned hard and early. His eyes flicked left and right, looking around, before locking onto the shifting black form of the demon. Though he no longer had muscles, the stones and wood of his body creaked with tension -a crude imitation of life.

The demon, no dumb creature, snapped it's jaws shut before releasing a feral scream -primal and unrestrained, nothing like the proper laughter earlier. From a dozen different impossible angles, it lunged out at Fell with it's twig-like arms. Fell was suddenly glad that he had lost the ability to feel fear to a demon long ago, and quickly acted in response. In a flash of brilliant light, the demons many arms retreated, many now just smoking stubs. Though the demon lost multiple appendages, it laughed to see Fell on his knees, smoke rising from his husk-like body.

'Damn demons. Everything comes with a price, doesn't it?' He thought to himself, feeling a deep agony twisting at whatever was left inside his twisted corpse of a body. Slowly, he stood once again, eliciting another screech from the demon. As Fell staggered to his feet, a smirk came over his face. Killing three demons in the past two days was a surefire way to numb him from feeling pity.

Another onslaught from the black skinned demon faced Fell. A one trick pony, it seemed, though Fell was smart enough to not underestimate him. With a primal fury, voices in his head shouting to kill kill kill, Fell lunged in turn. Letting his demon killing blade guide him, Fell shrugged off the few arms that grasped at him. Twisting his way through the path left by useless singed hands, Fell found his mark. The broken blade buried itself up to the hilt in the demons black body. From the wound, fiery liquid came out, spurting less than an inch from the wound before turning to smoke filled with terrible screams and a scent of iron. Fell stepped back, leaving his blade buried in the paper-thin skin. He wasted no time in speaking as the demon fell to it's knees, arms uselessly scratching at the wound.

"Demon Khanivirre, I bind you here to my will-" Fell began, before being interrupted by a savage screech. Though there was no real words, the intent was clear.

Fell walked to the hunched over demon, taking a hold of his blade and twisting it, before ripping it out of the demon. Fell sheathed the blade, before gripping the demon's throat in his golden arm. "What demon prefers death to being bound?" He asked, relaxing his grip to allow the demon to speak. Again the echoey laughter rippled from the demons throat.

"Kill me, fool. Kill me to escape your debts." It taunted. Fell grunted, not wanting to deal with demon riddles. So, with a swift thrust of his blade, he complied, sending the demon to whence it came. Fell quickly realized his mistake, and regretted his lack of foresight. When dealing with demons, their debt was more than just a moral or ethical obligation. After years of such pacts, Fell learned that deal with a demon had a physical weight to it, one that only increased with the power of the demon and meaning of the deal. Rather than feeling this weight relieved from his shoulders, it only piled on heavier. Fell knew that could mean only one thing -the demon was in servitude of another, and his debt simply moved up the ladder. Fell shuddered to think of a demon powerful enough to subjugate the raw force of evil of which he had just dispatched.

With a hesitance, Fell stood straight, flexing his wings. He took the first hesitant step forward, to search out his new Master.

Scolding himself internally, Fell muttered. "One more dead demon, one more debt to pay off."

The Horde of Evil - Tresspassing through treacherous tribes' territory! (RP closed)

Alright, cool. I'll get that written up ASAP. Might be a few hours though, just got called in to work

The Horde of Evil - Tresspassing through treacherous tribes' territory! (RP closed)

@Cyclone

Great, thanks!

I'll keep that in mind, thank you

That sounds like the best course. Perhaps something along the lines of my character getting his head kicked in by orcs, then somehow contacting the Keeper to save him/grant him more power, that way my character is already near the rest of the horde and the dragon upon their alliance? If that sounds good, any idea as to how my character would be contacting the Keeper, so I can start writing up an intro?

The Horde of Evil - Tresspassing through treacherous tribes' territory! (RP closed)

Sorry about that, haven't been on RPG in quite some time it seems. Is there actually a delete button somewhere I'm not seeing, or should I just stick with editing everything out?

NAME
Fell Obereon

PHYSICAL FORM
Vaguely humanoid in shape, Fell is comprised of a patchwork of bits and pieces. The mass of his body is largely made up of separate chunks of wood, stone, bone, and crystal inscribed each with a different rune or sigil indicating some demonic presence. His right arm is made of what appears to be solid gold, moving in impossibly organic ways. Stretching from his back are a pair of silken wings, framed in stone. In place of real feet, Fell sports a pair of iron spikes protruding from his legs, on which he seems always able to balance. Resting on his left shoulder is a blackened skull, which seems to constantly drip ash from the eye sockets. Through gaps in his mismatched body, one can see the harsh yellow glow of Fell's heart. The only visible part of Fell that remains human are his eyes -gentle hazel irises can be seen staring out from behind his iron mask.
(Picture in progress)

ABILITIES
Fell relies on the abilities granted to him from the many of sacrifices he has made in the past to demons, devils, and the like. These numerous sacrifices have left him with many boons which he uses to great effect.

Blessings

Imo's Blessing- Deadly blade forged of cold iron -now broken after demonic incidents. Came at the cost of his father's life.

Zesuc's Blessing- Overall increased agility -putting him at peak physical form for a human. Came at the cost of a pound of flesh.

Pulnon's Blessing- Strength increased -putting him above the average man, but no grand power. Came at the cost of his right arm

Acernas's Blessing- Fluid gold right arm. No special effects, just a replacement arm as durable as gold. Came at the cost of his most valuable possession -at the time, a jeweled heirloom from his time in the church.

The Tyranny of Lord Eldron- Is able to produce a small powerful burst of light energy, that also briefly increases his own speed. Provided by an angel, a reward for disposing of demons.

The Council of Father Geriane- The skull of his father, now perched on his shoulder. Speaks to him, providing spiritual guidance. Came at the cost of his final relic from his time at the church.

Erre's Blessing- The ability to summon small imps, about cat sized. Though cowardly, weak, and useless in a fight, these imps each provide Fell with a special resistance when summoned. Only one will remain summoned at a time. Though originally he had resistance to each element, Fell is now only left with Quas, an imp providing fire resistance. Came at the cost of much of the flesh from his lower body.

The Fool's Curse- Mind altering effects, such as hypnosis, are far diluted. Came at the cost of his mind -reducing him from a once tactical mastermind with genius foresight to an impulsive mess, focused only on the present.

The Lust of Ivratri- A glowing rune in his chest exudes an aura of pain, only present after having taken enough damage to expose the light. Came at the cost of his heart.

Body of Shidi- Replacement of all of his remaining flesh (save for the face), with rune inscribed stone. General durability increase, as well as immunity poison, and the like of which that would harm only flesh and blood. Came at the cost of his remaining, flesh, blood, and ability to feel.

Mifro's Blessing- Silken wings sprouting from his back, framed with stone. Though they are magical, they do not actually enable flight, only controlled gliding. Cost the life of his first true love.

Blessing of Halarin- Upon taking critical damage to the stone parts of his body, Fell can replace them with wood, which will naturally integrate itself into his body. Though weaker, this replacement body will continuously repair itself when provided with a supply of wood. Came at the cost of the life of his best friend and companion.

Vavavel's Blessing- Hefty iron mask on his face hides his demonic nature from all but the most powerful arcane observation. Came at the cost of a month of servitude.

Kinda WIPish here. Trying to figure out what I want to do with him, and I'm thinking quite a few of these will need to be nerfed, maybe just straight up reduced in number. A lot can be grouped, they just weren't for the sake of highlighting that this guy deals with devils A LOT. Also planning on going through and highlighting his weaknesses for the convenience of everyone.

WANTS AND NEEDS
Fell has one primary driving force behind his actions -power. Throughout his life, Fell has fought and won thousands of battles. But for each victory, he faces dozens of losses on a personal level. Because of this constant cycle of loss with which he is cursed, Fell seeks out any way to empower himself in the hopes of someday becoming a decisive victor and winning back that which he has lost. Along with this, he has a strong sense of vengeance, and goes after those who wrong him with a fiery passion

RELATIONSHIPS
He is widely known among demons, and generally respected for his dedication and perseverance -as well as the fact that he always keeps his word. Nonetheless, many are wary of him, due to his uncanny knack for killing them. He has very few relationships with others, as those around him tend not to last long.

BACKSTORY
Fell has a history of sacrifice to the infernal, almost written in his blood. Coming from a long line of diabolists, the name of Obereon had incurred many debts. As such, the birth of Fell was no act of love, nor happy accident. Fell was planned as a sacrifice to a more insistent demon hunting the family. Instead of accept the sacrifice, the demon was disgusted by the Obereon family's attempt to go back on their word, and slaughtered them -leaving the child alive. Hearing of the incident, the church thought it only just that they take in the child -not only to save it from obvious starvation, but to also set it on the righteous path.
Growing up in the church, Fell had his past hidden from him for his own protection. However, demons tend not to stay hidden for long. In the many months leading to Fell's 10th birthday, he was haunted by recurring nightmares, of a goat-like figure, standing over him and laughing. It was on the morn of his 10th birthday that this nightmare became reality -as Fell awoke, he saw the entire community of his church on the floor, surrounded in pulpy gore -but not before he smelled them. The irony scent of blood mingled with a distinct odor of rot to paint a disgusting image in the boy's head, something he would never forget. In the orgy of blood, Fell saw the figure again, a deep throaty laugh filling the room.
It was here that Fell made his first deal with a demon. He lost very little in exchange for the return of his 'father', an elderly priest who had shown the boy nothing but unadulterated love. In exchange for a simple favor that the demon would later cash, Fell's 'father' was returned to him.
Eight years of recovery followed. When it seemed that the two would finally be able to return to their normal lives, Fell heard the dreaded laugh once more. The demon returned, demanding it's debt repaid. Taught to honor his word, Fell fell to his knee and swore he would do anything to please the demon. This elicited only more laughter. When Fell looked up to the demon, he saw it was gone -in its place, a violent blade was impaled in the ground. In the reflection of the blade, he saw only his 'father', no matter what angle he looked. When Fell realized what it was the Demon wanted, he screamed, kicked, and swore, refusing. The only response he received was a flashback of the original gore, and the realization that the demon could do far worse.
So it was, that Fell parted a second time with his father. Over the course of years, he sought out every possible way to bring his father back, and exact revenge upon the demon who had torn apart his life. Endless searching through tomes and libraries lead him to only one solution -one he loathed.
And so it was, twelve years after the death of his father at his own hands, that Fell now stood over the body of the demon who wrought this destruction upon him, his father at one shoulder, a figure robed entirely in red at the other. Fell turned to the demon clothed in bloody crimson to ask the price. Before he could open his mouth to speak, he was faced with a nauseating sensation that sunk deep down, permeating his bones, and a scent of ozone. The demon was gone, and with it, his left hand.
And so begun an endless cycle for Fell. A violent loss, followed by a victory that inevitably cost more than he gained.

More detail on the backstory can be added, if you'd like.