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| Topic Started: Feb 21 2011, 12:17 AM (274 Views) | |
| Deleted User | Feb 21 2011, 12:17 AM Post #1 |
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Name: Baridus Age: Old, Appears late twenties - early thirties Gender: Male Alignment: Lawful Evil Social Class: Commoner Occupation: Demonic Ferryman Race: Demon Weapons: Charybdis - This pretty lady is the Captain's pride and joy. The ship was given to him within the last millennium, and resembles a Spanish Galleon. Most of the ship is not made of wood, but something like Obsidian, with details in Gneiss and Quartzite. These materials are made of buoyant, fire-resistant minerals of an extra-planar existence, able to float on seas of lava and other intense conditions. Physical Appearance: By no means is he anything but an exquisite specimen. Maybe a bit frightening and intimidating at first, he's actually quite elegant in his physical form, standing at a full height of six-foot-nine from the crown of his head to the soles of his feet. His body is both muscular and angular, with broad shoulders and a 'V-shaped' torso. Flesh only covers approximately sixty percent of his body, and is a warm, glowing golden color. The other forty percent of him is made of a hard metallic substance, similar to brass in its appearance, but is as difficult to break and puncture as the rest of him. The most notable brass parts are a section of his chest, his abdomen, his shoulders (which are fashioned similarly to permanent armor mantles), and the outsides of his legs. The tops of his taloned hands are also covered in metal, and wrap around a portion of his forearms. Baridus possesses a tail with the likeness of a unicorn (like a lion's, but with longer hair and a deeper hairline up towards the spine). It tip is the same color as his hair - fading, fiery hues. The demon's face is of a triangular shape, just as angular as the rest of him, with somewhat deep-set eyes and cheekbones. He possesses a sloping, subtly bulbed nose with a wide mouth and average lips, which peel back to reveal a grin like that of a Tigerfish - more than adequate for the tearing of muscle an sinew. His eyes are sharp and narrow, with vertically-slitted pupils set above a sea of electric yellow. The lower half of the demon's face is commonly covered by a very short beard that is somewhere between a five o'clock shadow and 'I haven't shaved in half a month.' A pair of brass horns protrude from his forehead and ascend for a little less than a foot, making the use of a hood look ridiculous and forcing the poor fiend to sleep at the foot of every bed against a wall or with a headboard. Entering establishments with low doors is also sometimes tricky. A pair of brass accents are also embedded into his cheeks, just beneath both eyes. At last, his mane reaches to about the middle of his back, and is cut in layers from three inches from his scalp, all the way to its full length. It is worn pushed back, away from his face, and worn in spikes until it grows too long towards the base of his neck, where it begins feathering out. He is careless about his own appearance, so it's either loose and spilling over his shoulders, or tied back in a low tail. The demon's mane is the color of flames, red at the roots and tipped bright yellow. His voice is deep and expressive, harboring a very thick accent (sounds like Russian). Personality: If anything is apparent within a first impression, it would be that Baridus lives in excess. Whatever he does, he likes to put himself one-hundred and ten percent behind the idea, so that he may approach with confidence and the power he needs to do what he feels is necessary. The demon finds more satisfaction in the uncivilized slices of life, so what he does in excess is usually something to be frowned upon, and instigates amplifications of his environment's magnitude of rage, laziness, arrogance, jealousy, desire, hunger, and selfishness. Baridus appreciates quietly bringing out the beasts in others, even though he, himself, will simply sit and watch as if he's above it all, or just a seasoned veteran of corruption, when in public. Alone, he's more of an animal than most. The mortal plane and the great majority of its occupants, except the one, are mostly considered like talking cattle to the demon. Sometimes they are amusing, but their main purpose is to be fed upon. He's so stuck in his mind-set that demons are the superior manifestations, that if anything else actually does something that pleases him, he can become quite pleasantly surprised. Baridus is comfortable, thinking he knows exactly how it is everywhere, but it's far from the case. Fortunately, he's also proficient at adapting to situations, so his recoveries are usually quick. The laws made by men and women of the moral plane are also things Baridus prefers to disregard, in all aspects but the attention it draws if one is caught openly defying their rules. After having bad experiences with flaunting evil openly, he keeps his head about him despite the constant irritation. It's much easier to move around freely when one isn't being hunted or imprisoned. There is nothing he won't defile. There is nothing he refuses to corrupt. Baridus has no shame, only pride. Such a vile creature does not exist without charm to lure a victim. The demon has an aptitude for deep thought and intense emotions. Past the monster is a very old soul, tired, bitter, and a little bit wounded, with a passionate spirit that stubbornly refuses to expire. He plays games to pass the time, and often stares wistfully into nothingness. Loyalty is also increasingly important to him these days. He trusts very very few, if anyone anymore, and presents himself in a somewhat guarded manner. History: Ages ago, a powerful demoness took the red-hot rock of an active volcano, and the firelight of the infernal planes, then molded it into a figure that suited her tastes. Baridus was born, and he was created for the same purpose he serves today: to be the captain of a transport between his plane and others near it. He served his mistress for many years before she fell and another replaced her. In the earlier years, he found himself hopping from lord to lord, avoiding the politics and simply going where he was told by greater fiends. Somehow, he managed to survive for quite some time dodging various treachery schemes and power struggles. Because he was able to vacation to outside worlds long enough to feel better about himself, he never was caught up in any unavoidable havoc. He witnessed plenty, however, and enjoyed playing the role of the informant when it was more fun to play the odds than worry about who would potentially wipe out his existence if he were ever discovered. The greater majority of his life has gone untold, and he doesn't seem keen on sharing. At times, he will talk about a woman. He met Amriel on the western coast of Soare. After agreeing to give her safe passage to another port city for currency, she lingered with the crew. Amriel left a path of destruction in her wake, more than once, that was unable to be ignored by the demon, and he became increasingly more emotionally invested in her well-being, as opposed to treating her like a pet. An unlikely relationship blossomed between the two, and they continued to sail together for centuries. Baridus was certain she'd be with him forever. She would die, be reborn, and things would pick back up where they left off when she'd matured enough. The demon's fortune took a turn eventually, though it wasn't always smooth sailing. The pair had once again become somewhat bored of the ocean scenery, and settled in a wild region of what is now Angkar. Before the land was united, a tribe of indigenous found him, and upon observing him, mistook him for the God of the Sun. Of course, Baridus was thrilled, and milked it for what it was worth. He played a wrathful and mysterious God, never seen but for ceremonies and rituals, where he would ominously haunt the darkness and frighten people. In exchange for the warmth and the light he "bestowed" upon the world, Baridus demanded a beautiful virgin be sacrificed to him every year by throwing her off the cliffs. When she fell, she would be collected beneath the water, and the demon would eventually eat their souls. He'd acquired a picky palette in all the luxury of being a God. This went on for some time before the later generations of indigenous became clever, and discovered his ruse. Baridus was unthreatened, and after admitting he was not their God, he told them to continue sacrificing virgins or else he would kill them all. It took many years and many martyrs for the people to afford professional help. Baridus and Amriel were exorcised, Baridus in a much more painful manner than Amriel. He was no match for the cleric the people had acquired. Back to the Charybdis, and Amriel began to seek revenge. Confident the cleric would still be with them to prevent his return for a while longer, he advised her against going back. Against his suggestion, she did, and died in the end. By the time Baridus had managed to get there, his passage was blocked by spells specifically fashioned to keep him out. Her body was thrown from the cliff like the sacrifices. The demon collected her in a fit of rage and grief, hinging all his hopes for her on her racial ability to reincarnate. Forlorn, Baridus dropped her off with someone who'd look after her, and drifted back off into the sea, alone, to wait. Baridus did return to the tribe one night, and there was enough fire to light the village that it seemed like day. No survivors. Since then, he's been busy ferrying others back and forth, usually due to overdue debts people had accumulated to other demons, and sometimes for the good eats... Abilities: Simple
Intermediate
Charybdis Simple
Intermediate
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