Here's the guy I was talking about, made some quick modifications and cut the more setting specific parts out. Hope it's not too rushed since I did it on the side at work and will give it another edit later if I go for that one.
Feedback is of course most welcome.Name:
76 (appears in his physical prime, looking around 40)Race:
Witchbrood (Mutated Human)Role:
Valar was born in a harsh and deadly desert region. His mother was an ambitious, power-hungry hag, mad and unpleasant to the eye but powerful in sorcery. She was able to change her shape when she so wished (at some cost to herself) but liked to do so to seduce and then mock powerful men for sleeping with such as herself.
She took many warriors to her bed, sometimes to vex them with trickery, sometimes with promises of power and influence if they would but love her in her true shape. At some point she conceived a child together with one of the many desert warlords, intent on securing herself a place of power. She cast many spells upon the child within her womb, to ensure that it would be strong, that it would be a true child of the desert, one that no man could match.
And her child, Valar, was indeed powerful, growing quickly and becoming stronger day by day, but his strength was still within the realm of mortals. He was not undefeatable as she had hoped. Still the hag thought to use him. Valar never knew his father's identity until the moment he killed him at the behest of his mother. Seeing her manipulations for what they were for the first time, he cast the hag down a cliff -- thus the killer of both his parents. There were no witnesses from any of the desert tribes and his actions against his mother were never examined too closely, as many had feared her and were glad to be rid of the dangerous sorceress.
Whilst the desert folk are human, they are wild and war-like and once Valar united them, they quickly became such a plague upon the more fertile areas around the desert that they were quickly thought of as no better than any of the other monstrous beings -- especially when their leader was so obviously inhuman. So he did what was obvious and joine their people to the Demon King's ranks.
But still, these desert people were only men -- and all men are mortal. Some fell before the unholy appetites of their own comrades, some in battle and finally only a very few remained under Valar's command. Some young half-breeds who were hardier than their human ancestors, but not enough for him to stand as a Witchbreed warlord amongst the Demon King's generals.
Thus recently demoted, he seeks to rebuild his forces -- perhaps carve a small kingdom of his own. Serving in another's army was never truly
to his liking, after all.Ons:
establishing dominance, dom-dom encounters, combat ending in passionate intercourse, multitasking (receiving a blowjob while speaking to another warrior, for example), assumed consent, non-consent ending in enthusiastic reciprocation, multiple partners, impregnation, enslavement,'treating female slaves who behave as he deems proper as beloved pets' (is there a shorter name for that?)Offs:
toilet play, gore, voreNotes:Appearance:
Valar, sometimes call 'Witchbrood' in hushed whispers, is a giant of a man; tall by any standards of humanity and broadly muscled, he is not shy to display his prowess, usually wearing nothing but a metallic mesh-skirt, leather boots that wrap around his ankles in a spine-like design and a loincloth. More so than his relative lack of clothing and size, what truly makes his appearance a sight to behold are those features that have earned him his fearsome reputation, that have caused rumors about feasting on demons to circulate for centuries: his unnaturally blazing-blue eyes, those elongated sharply peaking pointed ears and, most of all, the clawed fingers he even employs in battle.
Aside from his unnatural features, his face is a handsome one. Sharp, masculine features with prominent cheekbones, full lips, a hawk nose and strong eyebrows that he all too often pulls into a scowl. His hair, a white-gray long mane that he binds together into an unruly ponytail, flies wildly in battle. His moves betray a tiger-like dexterity that is at odds with his bulk but fits his deadly claws and light-reflecting eyes all too well. His voice has a deep, rich quality but in combat all too often turns into a wild roar.
Along his powerful chest and stomach run many battle scars, both from blade and claw.Witchbrood:
Dark magics were infused into Valar even before he was born and more after. Not only have they imbued him with great physical attributes, they also grant him the ability to see in the dark, very fine hearing and claws that can harm even demons. His wounds heal faster than normal and he has been warded from magic in numerous ways -- spells that target him directly such as curses or blessings have a tendency to wash over him to no effect. This does not extend to magics that affect him with external forces, such as most elemental spells.
A side-effect of this transformation is that he craves battle; if he cannot satisfy his bloodlust he grows restless and more easily agitated.