Llamere
A Grey 40 year-old Clairvoyant angel. She is one of the few that refuse to live in the Council building but instead keeps residing in her old house, protected at almost all times by a Tamer and a Battle (Mex and Thorn). She has an office on High street that she has been working in ever since she dropped out of school as a teen.
She will offer her visions to the Council and even sometimes to the occasional other angel or demon, but when she does she makes sure to show her displeasure with petty mockery and snide remarks. She doesn’t have a problem with death and deems that “if the Apocalypse is to come, then so be it”, but in the meantime she will help as many individuals personally as she can.
Her dismissive attitude makes a 180°turn when dealing with humans. With them she is caring and gentle and would even offer advice for free where she would make a more powerful being go through hell and back to obtain one. Her personal Tamer, Mex, is then forced to create a barrier around her visitors’ psyche to make sure the information doesn’t leak out.
She will offer her visions to the Council and even sometimes to the occasional other angel or demon, but when she does she makes sure to show her displeasure with petty mockery and snide remarks. She doesn’t have a problem with death and deems that “if the Apocalypse is to come, then so be it”, but in the meantime she will help as many individuals personally as she can.
Her dismissive attitude makes a 180°turn when dealing with humans. With them she is caring and gentle and would even offer advice for free where she would make a more powerful being go through hell and back to obtain one. Her personal Tamer, Mex, is then forced to create a barrier around her visitors’ psyche to make sure the information doesn’t leak out.
Maroon
One could easily spot Maroon in a crowd, if not for his big and thin albatross tamer wings, then for his flamboyant red-died hair. Even despite being part of the Council he never seemed to have given up on his human nature, usually wearing human attire consisting largely of jeans and leather jackets. His attitude is much the same giving him the aura of a regular angel and the authority of a Council member.
Maroon is a relatively young member in the Council, having joined it only about 50 years ago. What he did to deserve his spot is debated among some, but his position can't be questioned. His task consists mostly of communicating between the Council and the 'protected families' of demons - a task he completes well, even without resorting to his manipulation.
Maroon's early life was a hard one. Despite being born a pure angel he somehow ended up in a human couple's hands and was raised by them. He was a happy child but one that didn't have any connection to the Council at his early age allowing him to live much like a normal human child. That deprivation proved tragic soon as his parents were assaulted and turned into werewolves by a stray demon. As the other angels finally hunted them down Maroon had already tamed them and proven his worth to the Council that took him in.
Since then he has served them loyally, mastering his skills and using his unique upbringing to keep the balance between the sane demons and the angels.
Maroon is a relatively young member in the Council, having joined it only about 50 years ago. What he did to deserve his spot is debated among some, but his position can't be questioned. His task consists mostly of communicating between the Council and the 'protected families' of demons - a task he completes well, even without resorting to his manipulation.
Maroon's early life was a hard one. Despite being born a pure angel he somehow ended up in a human couple's hands and was raised by them. He was a happy child but one that didn't have any connection to the Council at his early age allowing him to live much like a normal human child. That deprivation proved tragic soon as his parents were assaulted and turned into werewolves by a stray demon. As the other angels finally hunted them down Maroon had already tamed them and proven his worth to the Council that took him in.
Since then he has served them loyally, mastering his skills and using his unique upbringing to keep the balance between the sane demons and the angels.
Lambert and Jed Stones
The two sons of the Stones trusted family, those teenagers have proven to the Council that they are capable of keeping their urges in check and never losing themselves in the madness that torments many vampires. At least.. that's how it used to be.
*~*~*
It was one of the many times she had visited the “Stones”. It was the official name they used in public and under which they were registered at the Council. They were one of the “trusted families” and so had good relations with the angels. Her mother often allowed Hazumi to visit, although she never accompanied her. Looking back Hazumi could safely assume her mother had used her time for one of her many sick experiments.
Paying those visits were the happiest memories of her childhood. If she could even claim to have one, that was it. The vampire family treated her with more love and care she thought possible and among them her favorites were the two brothers – Lambert and Jed.
Lambert was the older one, about half a decade older than his brother and was always up to some trouble, usually involving his more calm and cautious bother. One time they had gone to a religious service in a church, sure of their immunity and their visit proved to be a disaster. The preacher was a Miracle angel and her power, if unable to kill them, had given them temporary blindness and permanent snow-white hair.
The kids had quickly recovered, but now were more recognizable than ever. Hazumi quite liked that color, it was the color of angels’ wings and she thought it was very cute on their pale skin and sky-blue eyes. Jed often let her touch and stroke his hair, even seemed to enjoy it, although he often claimed otherwise.
He was her best friend. Best among only two people in the world, but best nonetheless. He was slightly younger than her and for now he was still shorter, much to her delight. She would sometimes tease him about it or hover above him to exaggerate a bit, but he was never really angry at her. He loved books and so during the calm evenings they would sit on the bench in front of the house or on the grass and take turns to read fairy-tales out loud.
So on the fateful night they were staying up talking about something she didn’t remember when Lambert had passed them by on the way to his bedroom, gloomy and miserable. Hazumi found it odd, because the older brother was always full of energy and ideas and so she asked Jed what had happened. Reluctantly he had explained their parents were angry at the boy for hanging out with a human gang and had grounded him to not leave his room for a week and to not feed during that time either.
And then came the noble, but silly idea. Hazumi knew, that angel blood was like a drug for demons - a tasteless and scentless liquid, that would keep the vampire fed and running for weeks even with just a single droplet offered. The two kids sneaked into Lambert’s room when they were sure he was asleep from boredom and just as certain that he wouldn’t accept any pity while awake. She let a single pearl drop slid down his throat.
What Hazumi didn’t know was just how irresistible this substance was. The next thing she knew the frenzied vampire was onto her, robbing her off her life with giant thirsty gulps. She heard a scream or two, or one too many than the people present.
Her body thrashed and convulsed, but couldn’t break free as her own power was now helping the monster keep her down.
After that he barely ever talked to her again and she knew it was as much out of guilt as out of anger.
A valuable lesson was learnt that night - blood should always be donated in a container… and when you’re not around.
*~*~*
Things were never the same after that. The Stones cut ties with Hazumi as their older son developed a dangerous addiction that was hard to sustain. He started losing himself in the mad pursuit of angel blood and had to eventually be imprisoned. Word has it he recently managed to escape...
As for Hazumi, she would occasionally be caught overlooking the prison the Stones family manage but never approaching. She is well aware that even Jed had never managed to forgive her deed and seems to fear the day of their next encounter more than even death itself.
*~*~*
It was one of the many times she had visited the “Stones”. It was the official name they used in public and under which they were registered at the Council. They were one of the “trusted families” and so had good relations with the angels. Her mother often allowed Hazumi to visit, although she never accompanied her. Looking back Hazumi could safely assume her mother had used her time for one of her many sick experiments.
Paying those visits were the happiest memories of her childhood. If she could even claim to have one, that was it. The vampire family treated her with more love and care she thought possible and among them her favorites were the two brothers – Lambert and Jed.
Lambert was the older one, about half a decade older than his brother and was always up to some trouble, usually involving his more calm and cautious bother. One time they had gone to a religious service in a church, sure of their immunity and their visit proved to be a disaster. The preacher was a Miracle angel and her power, if unable to kill them, had given them temporary blindness and permanent snow-white hair.
The kids had quickly recovered, but now were more recognizable than ever. Hazumi quite liked that color, it was the color of angels’ wings and she thought it was very cute on their pale skin and sky-blue eyes. Jed often let her touch and stroke his hair, even seemed to enjoy it, although he often claimed otherwise.
He was her best friend. Best among only two people in the world, but best nonetheless. He was slightly younger than her and for now he was still shorter, much to her delight. She would sometimes tease him about it or hover above him to exaggerate a bit, but he was never really angry at her. He loved books and so during the calm evenings they would sit on the bench in front of the house or on the grass and take turns to read fairy-tales out loud.
So on the fateful night they were staying up talking about something she didn’t remember when Lambert had passed them by on the way to his bedroom, gloomy and miserable. Hazumi found it odd, because the older brother was always full of energy and ideas and so she asked Jed what had happened. Reluctantly he had explained their parents were angry at the boy for hanging out with a human gang and had grounded him to not leave his room for a week and to not feed during that time either.
And then came the noble, but silly idea. Hazumi knew, that angel blood was like a drug for demons - a tasteless and scentless liquid, that would keep the vampire fed and running for weeks even with just a single droplet offered. The two kids sneaked into Lambert’s room when they were sure he was asleep from boredom and just as certain that he wouldn’t accept any pity while awake. She let a single pearl drop slid down his throat.
What Hazumi didn’t know was just how irresistible this substance was. The next thing she knew the frenzied vampire was onto her, robbing her off her life with giant thirsty gulps. She heard a scream or two, or one too many than the people present.
Her body thrashed and convulsed, but couldn’t break free as her own power was now helping the monster keep her down.
After that he barely ever talked to her again and she knew it was as much out of guilt as out of anger.
A valuable lesson was learnt that night - blood should always be donated in a container… and when you’re not around.
*~*~*
Things were never the same after that. The Stones cut ties with Hazumi as their older son developed a dangerous addiction that was hard to sustain. He started losing himself in the mad pursuit of angel blood and had to eventually be imprisoned. Word has it he recently managed to escape...
As for Hazumi, she would occasionally be caught overlooking the prison the Stones family manage but never approaching. She is well aware that even Jed had never managed to forgive her deed and seems to fear the day of their next encounter more than even death itself.
Hell's Gatekeeper Melody
Her name is Melody and she’s the only gatekeeper remaining after her sister was destroyed in the Great War. She is a mysterious creature, as much demonic as she is angelic, and one that has one sole purpose – to play the harp in her hands until the end of time and that way keep the worlds separated as they should be.
And she is the only being bestowed with the right to open the Gate, when she deems it right. She never moves, never eats, never sleeps, yet her mild motherly nature is apparent to anyone who meets her to pass through her gate. And if assured in the good intentions of the one speaking to her, she will be willing to let them pass.
Yet for thousands of years now her harp has started to deteriorate. The balance of power is uneven and with the angel’s presence on the Surface the essence of the creatures inhabiting the world is changing. Angels are becoming more human and humans are becoming more demonic and with each small change of order an ever so small crack appears on the harp.
What’s even worse is that some creatures have realized that weakness and found ways to escape through the cracks, not even facing Melody. And she is unable to stop them.
She needs a new harp. She needs new understanding of the world as it is now, she needs to know the core of the creatures that now inhabit this world… in order to be able to separate them.
And she is the only being bestowed with the right to open the Gate, when she deems it right. She never moves, never eats, never sleeps, yet her mild motherly nature is apparent to anyone who meets her to pass through her gate. And if assured in the good intentions of the one speaking to her, she will be willing to let them pass.
Yet for thousands of years now her harp has started to deteriorate. The balance of power is uneven and with the angel’s presence on the Surface the essence of the creatures inhabiting the world is changing. Angels are becoming more human and humans are becoming more demonic and with each small change of order an ever so small crack appears on the harp.
What’s even worse is that some creatures have realized that weakness and found ways to escape through the cracks, not even facing Melody. And she is unable to stop them.
She needs a new harp. She needs new understanding of the world as it is now, she needs to know the core of the creatures that now inhabit this world… in order to be able to separate them.
Heaven's Gatekeeper Chime
Chime was Meody's sister, one of the two most powerful beings in existence.
She used to be the Gatekeeper of the Gate between Heaven and Surface but both her instrument and her body were destroyed during the Great war, resulting in Heaven crashing down on the Surface. What power was necessary to overcome that being is uncertain, yet it is said that it was the work of a few powerful demons who ultimately made it possible.
Furthermore, some speculate that if parts of Heaven are still left standing, then just so, some traces of the fallen Gatekeeper still remain. Some claim that the Fleshshaper, known to have played a vital part in Heaven's destruction, managed to acquire Chime's remains and has used them for his own purposes. The Council have tried since to locate said remains but were unable to do so, thus those theories are currently considered a mere myth.
She used to be the Gatekeeper of the Gate between Heaven and Surface but both her instrument and her body were destroyed during the Great war, resulting in Heaven crashing down on the Surface. What power was necessary to overcome that being is uncertain, yet it is said that it was the work of a few powerful demons who ultimately made it possible.
Furthermore, some speculate that if parts of Heaven are still left standing, then just so, some traces of the fallen Gatekeeper still remain. Some claim that the Fleshshaper, known to have played a vital part in Heaven's destruction, managed to acquire Chime's remains and has used them for his own purposes. The Council have tried since to locate said remains but were unable to do so, thus those theories are currently considered a mere myth.
The Fleshshaper
Name: Krengius Fardine
(The safest way to pronounce his name. To speak it in the demon tongue causes one to mark their soul for harvesting and for their body to start rotting away, starting from the tongue.)
Alias:
The Fleshshaper, The Great Defiler
To some angels: The Black Tamer
Type: Former Demonic Lord of Flesh
Age: His most often used disguise seems to be in its mid-20s, his actual age can simply be described as primordial.
Social status: Once a Demon Lord, he is regarded with respect by most demons, and with suspicion by some of the current Demon Lords due to the fact that he willingly gave up his former plane and has since disappeared. To the younger angels he is simply another demon to be slain while to those angels old enough to know of the horrors he unleashed during the Great War he is a being to be feared and destroyed the moment he rears his head.
Relations: In times long gone, he once had a large Cult following but time has proven to be its greatest enemy and in these times, there are no followers of the Great Defiler. The only thing that could be remotely close to servants and followers are his constructs of flesh, using the bodies of humans, angels, and demons alike to create unholy monstrosities.
Duty: In the time since his renouncing of the title of Lord, Krengius has vanished and stayed hidden, content with reaping the souls and bodies of all beings he can get his hands on to fuel his twisted work. With the thread to Hell's Gate, the Fleshshaper has started to become more active, a fact that is very worrying for those on high.
Personality: A demon that breaks the mold for how most demons act. Refined, sophisticated, even polite, Krengius would not be out of place in a gathering of noble angels with the correct disguise in place. He always enjoys talking with those he meets, ignoring the hatred between demons and angels, transcending it. He speaks with a genuine warmth that makes him a delight to speak with and even finds joy in spreading knowledge, speaking freely about the successes he's had since the Great War. he has a very evident hunger for knowledge and a drive that keeps him content with performing horrible experiments in his lab at the expense of countless souls. He does not feel remorse for the souls he's used in these experiments though he does thank them for the sacrifices they made for the sake of knowledge. He finds the struggle between the angels and demons to be petty, in fact the only reason he is even becoming active in stopping the fixing of Hell's Gate is so that he can continue to venture easily into the mortal realm to gather materials and souls.
In battle, he is one that tends to avoid getting his hands dirty. In fact he always tries to solve a conflict with words before resorting to action unlike the zealous angels that ache to let their weapons taste demon blood. This tendency for diplomacy does not mean that he is weak. The Fleshshaper is a powerful opponent in his own right with ancient strength, knowledge of countless battles, and skills honed over centuries upon centuries and this is before one accounts for the hordes of abominations that the Fleshshaper has under his control and the powerful Fleshshaping magic he can employ. Once he has been forced to raise his sword, he visibly becomes excited by the prospect of collecting flesh and souls in person.
Biography: The Fleshshaper first came into prominence during the Great War. He was an unexpected and horrible force, one that made the forces of Heaven scramble to regain their bearings. While the other Lords of Hell reveled in destruction, chaos, the killing of angels and the consumption of their essences, he enjoyed something...different. He was not satisfied with routing armies of angels, he wanted more to break them, to lose faith in their own superiority. When he first reared his head, he was simply a powerful demon, one to be watched out for, one that must be engaged by multiple angels to take down. When he killed he defeated his first angel, he did not eat or kill her, that angel simply disappeared with him. The next time he appeared, that very same angel's aura could be felt with him but when this was investigated all they found was a monstrosity made of flesh, the angel's face could be seen fused upon the monster's forehead screaming in unimaginable pain as he soul was used as fuel. Horrified, angels fell, more fled. Each time the Fleshshaper made an appearance he was accompanied by more constructs of flesh, the angels used in their creation visible upon their flesh, screaming and screaming, begging for death, that their precious lives be extinguished.
Eventually he was regarded with fear from both sides of the War. Though he fought for the side of Hell, the monstrosities he unleashed did not distinguish between demon or angel and consumed both alike, their strength bolstered by the foes they vanquished. His "Screaming Legion" tore through battlefields and eventually the Angels took to calling Krengius the Black Tamer for his ability to warp the bodies of angels and form them into grotesque creatures under his command. His name was one to be feared but worst of all, his appearance was not known by many and his ability to disguise himself and use to essences of captured angels to create a fake aura for himself though he could never perfect the process to make the aura permanent and reusable. As a result of this he became not only a demon to be feared and a demon whose death was of the utmost priority, he also become a boogeyman. His greatest atrocity toward the angels though was his hand in the Fall of Heaven. In the years leading up to Heaven's destruction, the Fleshshaper vanished, even his constructs were nowhere to be seen. A year before the Fall of Heaven, an Angel was granted a vision of great destruction and a screaming shadow that covered the land in black.
The Fleshshaper returned a year after that vision and with him, he brought one construct. Named "Hell's Hammer" after the fact, this humongous worm-like creature was created from the monstrosities the Fleshshaper had accumulated during the war, thousands upon thousands of angels and demons went into the creation of an unholy colossus that brought the end of the Great War. The beast burst forth from Hell and battered down the gates of Heaven, each blow from its great bulk placing a crack into the pearly door until finally it could take no more and shattered. Throughout this process, legions of angels were attacking the beast but it simply proved too large to be taken down so easily. By the time the Heavenly Door fell the beast leaked oceans of blood and soon after it expired, silencing the screams of the armies of angels embedded in its skin.
After the razing of Heaven, the Fleshshaper simply disappeared. Most assumed he died with Hell's Hammer, others did not think him done so easily.
His memory soon faded away into stories and from there, legends.
Creator: Pax
(The safest way to pronounce his name. To speak it in the demon tongue causes one to mark their soul for harvesting and for their body to start rotting away, starting from the tongue.)
Alias:
The Fleshshaper, The Great Defiler
To some angels: The Black Tamer
Type: Former Demonic Lord of Flesh
Age: His most often used disguise seems to be in its mid-20s, his actual age can simply be described as primordial.
Social status: Once a Demon Lord, he is regarded with respect by most demons, and with suspicion by some of the current Demon Lords due to the fact that he willingly gave up his former plane and has since disappeared. To the younger angels he is simply another demon to be slain while to those angels old enough to know of the horrors he unleashed during the Great War he is a being to be feared and destroyed the moment he rears his head.
Relations: In times long gone, he once had a large Cult following but time has proven to be its greatest enemy and in these times, there are no followers of the Great Defiler. The only thing that could be remotely close to servants and followers are his constructs of flesh, using the bodies of humans, angels, and demons alike to create unholy monstrosities.
Duty: In the time since his renouncing of the title of Lord, Krengius has vanished and stayed hidden, content with reaping the souls and bodies of all beings he can get his hands on to fuel his twisted work. With the thread to Hell's Gate, the Fleshshaper has started to become more active, a fact that is very worrying for those on high.
Personality: A demon that breaks the mold for how most demons act. Refined, sophisticated, even polite, Krengius would not be out of place in a gathering of noble angels with the correct disguise in place. He always enjoys talking with those he meets, ignoring the hatred between demons and angels, transcending it. He speaks with a genuine warmth that makes him a delight to speak with and even finds joy in spreading knowledge, speaking freely about the successes he's had since the Great War. he has a very evident hunger for knowledge and a drive that keeps him content with performing horrible experiments in his lab at the expense of countless souls. He does not feel remorse for the souls he's used in these experiments though he does thank them for the sacrifices they made for the sake of knowledge. He finds the struggle between the angels and demons to be petty, in fact the only reason he is even becoming active in stopping the fixing of Hell's Gate is so that he can continue to venture easily into the mortal realm to gather materials and souls.
In battle, he is one that tends to avoid getting his hands dirty. In fact he always tries to solve a conflict with words before resorting to action unlike the zealous angels that ache to let their weapons taste demon blood. This tendency for diplomacy does not mean that he is weak. The Fleshshaper is a powerful opponent in his own right with ancient strength, knowledge of countless battles, and skills honed over centuries upon centuries and this is before one accounts for the hordes of abominations that the Fleshshaper has under his control and the powerful Fleshshaping magic he can employ. Once he has been forced to raise his sword, he visibly becomes excited by the prospect of collecting flesh and souls in person.
Biography: The Fleshshaper first came into prominence during the Great War. He was an unexpected and horrible force, one that made the forces of Heaven scramble to regain their bearings. While the other Lords of Hell reveled in destruction, chaos, the killing of angels and the consumption of their essences, he enjoyed something...different. He was not satisfied with routing armies of angels, he wanted more to break them, to lose faith in their own superiority. When he first reared his head, he was simply a powerful demon, one to be watched out for, one that must be engaged by multiple angels to take down. When he killed he defeated his first angel, he did not eat or kill her, that angel simply disappeared with him. The next time he appeared, that very same angel's aura could be felt with him but when this was investigated all they found was a monstrosity made of flesh, the angel's face could be seen fused upon the monster's forehead screaming in unimaginable pain as he soul was used as fuel. Horrified, angels fell, more fled. Each time the Fleshshaper made an appearance he was accompanied by more constructs of flesh, the angels used in their creation visible upon their flesh, screaming and screaming, begging for death, that their precious lives be extinguished.
Eventually he was regarded with fear from both sides of the War. Though he fought for the side of Hell, the monstrosities he unleashed did not distinguish between demon or angel and consumed both alike, their strength bolstered by the foes they vanquished. His "Screaming Legion" tore through battlefields and eventually the Angels took to calling Krengius the Black Tamer for his ability to warp the bodies of angels and form them into grotesque creatures under his command. His name was one to be feared but worst of all, his appearance was not known by many and his ability to disguise himself and use to essences of captured angels to create a fake aura for himself though he could never perfect the process to make the aura permanent and reusable. As a result of this he became not only a demon to be feared and a demon whose death was of the utmost priority, he also become a boogeyman. His greatest atrocity toward the angels though was his hand in the Fall of Heaven. In the years leading up to Heaven's destruction, the Fleshshaper vanished, even his constructs were nowhere to be seen. A year before the Fall of Heaven, an Angel was granted a vision of great destruction and a screaming shadow that covered the land in black.
The Fleshshaper returned a year after that vision and with him, he brought one construct. Named "Hell's Hammer" after the fact, this humongous worm-like creature was created from the monstrosities the Fleshshaper had accumulated during the war, thousands upon thousands of angels and demons went into the creation of an unholy colossus that brought the end of the Great War. The beast burst forth from Hell and battered down the gates of Heaven, each blow from its great bulk placing a crack into the pearly door until finally it could take no more and shattered. Throughout this process, legions of angels were attacking the beast but it simply proved too large to be taken down so easily. By the time the Heavenly Door fell the beast leaked oceans of blood and soon after it expired, silencing the screams of the armies of angels embedded in its skin.
After the razing of Heaven, the Fleshshaper simply disappeared. Most assumed he died with Hell's Hammer, others did not think him done so easily.
His memory soon faded away into stories and from there, legends.
Creator: Pax
Ein
Ein is one of the many rulers of Hell, the newly crowned king of Aronia – one of the largest kingdoms in the desert land.
He currently resides the body of a dragonoid. He is tall, slender and strong and among his many weapons are a strong reptilian tail, bat-like wings, horns and a burning halo above his head. His long fiery hair is restricted in a pony-tail and is in strong contrast with the dark blue, almost black scales that cover most of his body.
This is his third reincarnation, following his previous life of an incubus and of an imp before that. His new body is strong and quick and installs respect in anyone who is to stand opposing him. Despite the glowing yellow eyes and the confident smile, however, Ein is rarely violent – he simply doesn’t need to be as his aura is enough to make almost anyone shudder. Diplomacy is much more demanding, in his opinion, and much more rewarding – an attitude that has lead his kingdom to prosper and his position as ruler to not be questioned.
He is handsome, formal, well-mannered and the perfect host. And above all - a just ruler who is always in search for new knowledge and understanding. He knows just how to keep his underlings happy – he realizes the occasional war and slaughter are needed to get their blood pumping and to keep them from fighting among themselves. He would also throw feasts when an angel’s flesh is acquired and shares what little of it there is with as many as he can.
Recently he has been interested in the Council’s actions but is yet to hear more than rumors. He is now considering traveling to the Surface to see first-hand what events are going on... and how he can influence them.
He currently resides the body of a dragonoid. He is tall, slender and strong and among his many weapons are a strong reptilian tail, bat-like wings, horns and a burning halo above his head. His long fiery hair is restricted in a pony-tail and is in strong contrast with the dark blue, almost black scales that cover most of his body.
This is his third reincarnation, following his previous life of an incubus and of an imp before that. His new body is strong and quick and installs respect in anyone who is to stand opposing him. Despite the glowing yellow eyes and the confident smile, however, Ein is rarely violent – he simply doesn’t need to be as his aura is enough to make almost anyone shudder. Diplomacy is much more demanding, in his opinion, and much more rewarding – an attitude that has lead his kingdom to prosper and his position as ruler to not be questioned.
He is handsome, formal, well-mannered and the perfect host. And above all - a just ruler who is always in search for new knowledge and understanding. He knows just how to keep his underlings happy – he realizes the occasional war and slaughter are needed to get their blood pumping and to keep them from fighting among themselves. He would also throw feasts when an angel’s flesh is acquired and shares what little of it there is with as many as he can.
Recently he has been interested in the Council’s actions but is yet to hear more than rumors. He is now considering traveling to the Surface to see first-hand what events are going on... and how he can influence them.
Mary
John's daughter. She lives with her mother but still cares deeply about her father.
Creator: Rtron
Creator: Rtron