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Name- Demos
Age- N/A
Gender- Male
Race- Devil- Hellfire Master
Racial skills- Unholy strength, Etherial being (Can move freely about the mortal and Demonic plains, when used, being becomes intangible)
Weapons- Demos is versed in all varieties of weapons, but prefers swords as they are the most personal means of eliminating an opponent.
Clothing-Usually wears dark red and gold plate armor, the pauldrons of which are adorned with a series of long spikes, a long maroon scarf, and flat maroon pants.
Appearance-Through the scars and the tattoos, his skin looks black, his hair shoulder length and a stunning white, his eyes a constant glowing red. He stands at a stout 9'8", his body well matching his height, giving him a monstrously enormous appearance. Two large black horns part his hair near his temples, curving slightly outward and back. Short, black spikes sprout from his skin along his arms, giving him an added natural weapon if he were ever unarmed. His massive facade, clad in ancient armor that looks as though it has been in hundreds of thousands of battles, is an awesome sight to behold.
Abilities-Chains of the Damned- summoning the strength of thousands of damned souls into two chains that seem to flow from under his armor, and spiral down each arm, transferring that strength to his attacks.
Attacks-
Groundbreaker- Using his size to his advantage, he grabs his opponent by the head and smashes them into the ground face first. Effect: Usually a fractured skull and broken face for those not accustomed to such brutality. Negative effect: Attack is strong, but requires an opening to pull off, easily blocked by faster opponents.
Cleave- As the name implies, using a blade, swings heavily at an opponent with the intent of carving them like a thanksgiving turkey. Negative effect: Attack is extremely slow, and if dodged, leaves the user unbalanced for a few seconds.
Breaker- An unarmed attack, using his own body as a weapon, he opens up with everything from basic punches to complicated katas. Effect: With his inhuman strength, it is possible for most blows to break bones, coupled with the Chains of the Damned ability, this attack could very well be lethal to most opponents if executed correctly. Negative effect: This attack is very strenuous even for the experienced, leaving the user with a feeling of exhaustion for several minutes.
Berserk- Self explanatory.
History- Demos, formerly known as the archangel Demosthenes, was cast from paradise during the Great War, and has since then embraced the side of evil. Seeking revenge on those who cast him, he has strived to become everything that he was trained to destroy, and more, working his way from the annals of Hell to his current standing as High Demon Warlord over the armies of the Damned. His rise to the status of Devil is one of eons of pain and suffering, but his rage toward those who betrayed him has driven him to succeed, and have twisted his mind into a dark and foreboding place. His emotions have shriveled to nothing, his heart blackened by the fire that now consumes his soul, giving him no remorse for the atrocities he has committed to gain the favor of his superiors, and giving him the reputation that has surely followed him, as the destroyer of souls.

>>Name: Remmiel D'Angelique

>>Sex: Male

>>Age: As old as creation
Apparent Age: 28

>>Race: Seraphim(specifically Metatron)

>>Appearance: The battle finished, amid mutilated bodies strewn about this garden of devastation, a lone dust cloud begins to fade; the particles, freshly hanging thick in the air, now settle. The cloud slowly parts to reveal a singular, slender yet well defined figure, his features dripping with blood- not his own, but that of his devil enemies- the stain of it mottled by the swirling dust. The length of his crimson hair, the bulk hanging to his a**, catches the wind and swirls mildly, playing around the height of his stature, standing at 8’8”. His locks part briefly to expose most of his face, his features giving the appearance of being no older than 28 years old. His crimson eyes, cast down and askew, lost in grief and remembrance for those hundred thousand angels who had battled and died under his command through thousands of wars with the thousand thousand devil hordes, so many thousand millennia ago. No longer hidden beneath the dust cloud, he is donned in a heavy armor made of the blood-red barbed hides of many devils killed by his own hand in other long ago wars, and reinforced by plate- his strength, as witnessed, great enough to bear the weight of the armor as though it were as supple as leather. Then his face hardens, his eyes narrowing. He throws his head to the heavens in a haunted bellow, howling a song for the dead- his fanged teeth bared in anguish, his clawed hands grasping at the air, plucking invisible cherubim from the sky. Seraphim wings- beautiful and of the purest white feathers- appear at his back, as though having been folded into an extra-dimensional space while amid the heat and gore of battle, and spread their full span. Under the single ray of sunlight that breaches the lingering haze of death, this glorious figure, stands as a revelation of the rapture of heaven among the massacre of war.

>>Personality: Solemn and sometimes reserved, Remmiel is fiercely loyal. He can be boisterous and joyful with his friends and clanmates, but is death incarnate on the battlefield. Remmiel, being among the angels that were condemned, though he was condemned falsely, for daring to take wives and creating families among the mortals in those early years of the world, who defied HIS edict and were cast away from HIS glory, to fall to the earth in the city of Enoch, and forever be pariah in HIS eyes...Remmiel had returned from his isolation~ his exile, his ascetic solitude. For a long while after, he believed he could continue the holy mission HE sent them forth on...before. There came a time when epiphany struck that he could no longer do HIS will, and decided, to spite HIM, Remmiel would do that which his own will demanded. However after thousands of years of anarchic chaos to suit his bruised ego, he was struck by another epiphany...and as such, isolated himself from the world. Now, millennia later, he has returned...eager to assuage his will, in any way as it is wished of him.

>>History: A former warrior of Heaven, the Golden General of HIS vast armies- Remmiel was groomed to take the position of Archangel to sit at HIS side, but he was more than content in leading HIS armies against Heaven's hated enemies, the legions of Hell. Remmiel's brother Azriel, who was more ambitious than he, wished the position Remmiel seemed to scorn, and conspired with other ambitious and less morally forthright seraphim to take that position. Faced with mounted false accusations and well-crafted evidence against him, Remmiel was cast out of Heaven, exiled to an immortal life among the earth-bound mortals. After many, many millenia, Remmiel met the incubus Lenniel, and taking note of his friendship and exceptional loyalty, decided to fight at his side.

>>Family: Remmiel was one of the original Seraphim, the Metatron- the first generation of angels, of which he had many brothers and sisters...but none of which were more loved by his Father than he. It is quite ironic that of his siblings, he has the most contact with his brother Azriel, despite their personal history. While traveling beside his Incubus friend Lenniel, Remmiel met, fell in love with, and married his wife, Hazy D'Angelique.

>>Armor: Remmiel wears a
~Heavy blood-red barbed devil-hide, reinforced by plate. It is "dedicated" to him- with but a mental command, it automatically replaces his current clothing, sending them into the armor's unoccupied extradimensional space; enhanced with a Dimensional Anchor, when donned and active, it disallows dimensional travel by any means into, or out of, the area. The barbs can be used to pierce the armor and flesh of enemies;
~Pair of Gloves of Storing- upon activation, Remmiel's blood red gloves miniaturize a single item held in the chosen hand(a bag is a single item, although it can hold any number of items) and holds it safely in stasis. There is no chance of losing the items held in this manner- and they can be recalled to full size with but a thought, replacing any other item in that same hand, sending it into stasis in its place. In this manner, multiple weapons can be exchanged on a one to one basis.
>>Weapons: In the arsenal that he has gathered over the many, many years of battle, Remmiel has few favored pieces. Chiefly among them include ~his Red Sword of War- The ancestral weapon of Heaven forged by Heaven's own master weaponsmiths for the wars against Hell's devil hordes. Upon activation, the blade can create a conflaguration of fire that hinders the vision of, and cages, anyone caught inside the walls of flame while granting the weilder freedom of movement through the lashing, licking flames, as well as granting the weilder immunity to hellfire, absorbing that hellfire, then filtering and infusing it instead with celestial power leaving the maurading devils vulnerable to the resultant FIRE OF HEAVEN. The blade can create an area effected Flameless Inferno, the heat of which capable of boiling and vaporizing a large body of water, or focus it into an attack capable of internally boiling the bodily fluids of its victim;
~his Frostbite Blade- Upon activation the blade can not only become a naginata, but can create a flash-blizzard, causing those caught in the blizzard to lose their sense of movement and direction while granting the weilder freedom of movement through the snow and fierce wind, and grants its weilder protection against fire, even from magical sources;
~his Lightning Blade- Upon activation, the blade can create an electrical storm in which anyone caught within is utterly electified, their muscles contracting to the point of cramping and locking their bodies in place, while granting its weilder immunity and freedom of movement through the raging, burning, crackling electricity;
~his katana- An ancient weapon gifted him by grateful oni Lords, bites into a victim's flesh, numbing the body to the point of paralysis as it absorbs life force from the victim, storing and channelling it into the weilder as needed, healing wounds and restoring health.

>>Skills: Remmiel is a warrior and master of ninjitsu; To aid him in battle, he uses his innate Heightened Senses- as one of the Seraphim, HIS Children, even those lost to the glory of Heaven, Remmiel's senses are sharpened to such a fine point that his hearing can differentiate the minute shifting in sounds around him; his smell can sense even the faintest change in pheromones and is so sharp it can pinpoint a target blindly among any number of others; his sight is so acute that it rivals that of the proverbial hawk.

>>Magic: Having fallen from Heaven, nearly all of the angelic magicks Remmiel once possessed are lost to him. However, a few remain yet in his blood-
~Fast Healing- his angelic heritage affords him the ability to overcome and heal physical ailments;
~an extra-dimentional pocket at his back into which he can, with a thought, fold his wings when not in use.