Damon Inferel Posted November 26, 2003 Report Posted November 26, 2003 Damon inferel... A character born of anagrams and misspelling. A demon with a shady history, no accurate description, and an undefined personality. A figure with ever-changing interests, and a person who seems to be in several places at once. Perhaps, there is a time now for me to develop this character who I have grown so accustomed to. Perhaps a description is needed, perhaps it is time to clear his history, but how do you write a history that is millenniums long? Well, an effort must be made. Description Damon Inferel is an incubus, a seductive demon by nature. He has straigh, waist-length, hair the color of pure darkness, the color of pitch, and should there ever be a defined 'shine' from his hair, it will be faint. His hair is always clean, each strand a thread of perfect silk, yet unbreakable in its seming frailty. His skin is neither tan nor paled, but rather a midpoint of both, and the shade is evenly toned throughout, but yet the tones are placed perfectly blended with each other. His eyes are a piercing black, a color shared among all demons, and to stare at them could make one feel as though his soul is being swallowed by the endless pits they create. It is for this reason that Damon has changed his eye appearance to that of a soft crimson color, that of fresh blood under a soft light. If he is to revert back to his demon form (with his wings spread), then his eyes become hollow pits once again. His face is ageless, retaining the youth of a matured adolescent, a face both pretty and handsome at the exact same time. His nose is neither too big or too small, and thus does never draw attention to itself. His lips are slight and sensual, proportioned equally with the remainder of his facial features. He has no laugh lines, as he is often expressionless, save for his brief moments of happiness when his forbidden beloved Elwen is near. He is not muscular in the sense of body building, but is slender and toned evenly, giving him a frail, gentle, appearance, but the strength of several people. His hands end in perpetually manicured claws, sharp enough to draw blood with the slightest graze across a mortal's flesh, and his hands are slight and delicate, those that might mark a musician. It is due to his tough flesh that his fingers have not developed the calluses that years of use of sring instruments should cause. His attire changes scarcely, only when he must disguise himself does it change, or when it needs to be washed. He wears a red trench coat, a moden marvel for those who live in a time of tunics and armor. He beas a black T-shirt, one that fits him snugly, but not tightly, and he had a pair of loose-fitting slack, though not baggy. They are a shade of dark, almost blackened, gray, in effort to contrast with the shirt, but not entirely. He wears a pair of leather boots, black, that reach above his shins, but they are not combat boots, nor are they those that you would find on a cowboy... somewhere in between the two. His belt is that of cracked leather and holds a sheath for his rapier, though neither one of them poarticularly ornate in the sense of the belt or sheath. His sword, however, is second only to that of the sword he seeks, the artifact Angelwing Razor. The blade is ivory in color, to represent his ties to Graz'zt, the realm of Azzagrat (the three layers Graz'zt controls), the city of Zelatar (whih spans all three layers of Azzagrat), and the sixty-six Ivory Towers in which his former master resides in. The hilt is dotted with flawless jet black pearls, and there is a crystal orb at the bottom of the handle clutched by a six-fingered hand, thesymbol of Graz'zt.
Salinye Posted November 26, 2003 Report Posted November 26, 2003 You should add this to the list of char descriptions in the green room. Very helpful to have on our pennites! ~Salinye
Damon Inferel Posted November 26, 2003 Author Report Posted November 26, 2003 History Damon nferel was created apprximately seven millenniums ago, an ageless demon who has survived every war amongst the mortal realm and the Abyss and the Nine Hells as well. He has never held any form of rank amongst the other demons, his kind considered too frail and not useful for battle. His ego, one that was once present, resented his so-called 'weak race', and so he trained himself in the art of duelist swordsmanship, becoming an accomplished fighter. some mortals who were ill-informed of the difference between demons and devils mistook him for the Arch-Devil Levistus, and his swordsmanship was so compared. Such 'people', in the general sense of the word, did not live long enough to spread the word, as demons are forever opposed to those who worship devils or know of them. During the Reckoning, before Levistus' betrayal to Asmodeus, Damon fought with Levistus and lost horribly, the Arch-Devil sparing him out of his potential. He challenged damon to fight him once more, but only when the incubus had grown in strength. Levistus was not aware he would be imprisoned at the time, and Damon took the devil's imprisonment as a cursed blessing. He was favored with the option of more time to better himself, but his pride was hurt, as he was now unable to challenge the ice-imprisoned Levistus when he wished to. Another few millennia passed on, Levistus still imprisoned, and Damon still not being appreciated by his masters, despite the several wars he had taken part in. The Reckoning had gained him no power through his conspiracy, and it nearly caused his death. So, he continued to hold his lowly position under his master Graz'zt, and waited, his alignment slowly drifting towards his own individual nature. One of chaos, but yet indifference, as nothing he did seemed to cause anything to change in his eternal life. He continued to fulfill his desires, seducing countless numbers of humans, elves, half-eves, and anything he deemed fair enough for him. It was his nature, and it never seemed to grow tiring until Graz'zt was taken from the Abyss. with no inspiration or master to guide him, he began to resent himself even more, developing emotions past his overall evil shell. He tried to disguise it as best he could, refusing to believe he was contracting such things that made the mortal soul so weak. Something that took, destroyed, ate, or sold souls, and would never have one of his own, should not have something that only things with souls had. There was a plot against Graz'zt's layers of the Abyss, as both Orcus and the twin insanity of Demogorgon's dual head and forked tal conspired to take them in Graz'zt's absence. Their plan was foiled due to their own wars against each other, and neither side could spare enough force to take the sections of the Plane that belonged to the six-fingered ebony demon of seduction and lies. This was good news to Graz'zt once he returned from his capture by the mad archmage. Graz'zt would not reveal his captor's name to lesser beings though, so Damon could never avenge his master. As 'wonderful' (if such a word existed in a plane of pure chaos and evil) an event the return of Graz'zt, Damon still continued to feel as though he was being treated less than what he should, and continued to resent his rank as well. But, he was bound to 'eternal servitude' unless he could prove ot be more powerful than those Demon Lords he hated so much. His only affection for the Lords was towards Graz'zt, but a time would come for abandonment or betrayal, and he felt the former would be easier to accomplish. In time, he could become stronger, and return to destroy Demogorgon and become overlord of the Abyss. But, there were still centuries to plan for it... or so he thought... In some decades, while those who roamed the Material Plane were living in the Medieval ages, a demon appeared that threatened the entire Abyss. This demon was nothing more than a simple thief, but with powers that surpassed anything that could have originated in the Abyss or the Nine Hells. It was feared by all in the lower Planes, and was thought to be a lesser god deposed and who sought a new realm to rule over. This demon came in the form of a graceful fox, a kitsune, something of a beauty that rivaled even the perfection of the succubus, and while her beauty had enraptured many of Damon's fellow incubi, those who had not lost their will of succumbing to lust, Damon was partially unfazed. There would be a time to gawk later, and so he organized a legion of femal demons and those without gender specifics. among this legion were succubi, mariliths, nalfeshnees, balors, retrievers, and vrocks, as well as a vast number of other sorts. Anything with military strength was sent after this intruder, andanything with military strength fell. Damon had noticed an opportunity at one point, and teleported behind the fox-demon, plunging his clawed hand into the frai lflesh beside her spine and attempted to crush the kitsune's heart. To his dismay, this overbearing force whom he had expertly flanked held both of two hearts and two souls, and enough strength to break his arm while it was still suspended in her chest before he could deliver a final blow. As his arm went limp, he retreated before he was destroyed, and the kitsune retreated a well. Damon's training had paid off in the sense that he had caused the Abyss' posible executioner to retreat. However, with as much as he could have been revered as 'savior', he had pulled aay instead of trying to finish his job. For this, Damon left the Abyss, and began to dwell among the mortals. He recieved word later in the century that a quasit brought to him. Graz'zt had heard of his deed and gave him commendation for it, but his cowardice banned him from ever returning to the Abyss without the hostile greeting of every military member he could spare. To return meant his death. So, for his deed in saving the lower Plane of Chaos, he was spared his existence, and for his cowardice, he was banished from the very place he saved. He thought it possible that if he destroyed the creature who had been the cause of his punishment, he might be allowed to return, so he set out to find the fox. It was several years of searching, and that amount of time meant a great expanse of space was covered, as he could traverse the planet at nearly lightning speed by means of teleporting. He found his prize, but not in the body of a fox demon, but rather the body of an elf. One Lirya Moonflower, it turned out, and as he discoveredthat this elf was the one he had sought out to kill, he found that he could not do it. Instead, he fell in love with this elf. Something of profound power and skill, and such inocence it seemed at the same time. A force of pure good, and a force of pure evil, each fused into one, but separate in their own rights. A being of two hearts, two souls, two lives, and thus, two existences. It began from there... Damon chose to remain in the mortal realm, still sacrificing those to his original master, but only in secret. He could not deny his nature, but as time passed, it became less interesting, and he lost faith. He continued his chants and rites to Graz'zt, but his sacrifices became far and few between, and he often had others perform them for him. More time continued to pass, decades, and he stopped sacrificing altogether, his prayers and rites kept secret. This was the climax of his banishment, the full extent of his punishment. Nothing would regain his favor for what he had done a century before, his cowardice, and he had realized this thorugh his few sacrifices as they became scarce. There was no counsel from below, there was no assistance if he needed it, and those few demons that he summoned began to not show, and those who did brought laziness or hatred for his will. He was forgotten by his Plane, by his master. Though he was banished from the lower planes, his ambition to defeat Levistus never faded, and it still has not, But the Arch-Devil will never be freed, so he continues to train himself in futility. He still swears to defeat Demogorgon as well, but that ambition is secret, and should he ever try to accomplish it, he hopes his beloved Elwen, as he discovered the fox's name was, might rule with him. Ona side note, he is on a quest to find the Angelwing Razor, a sword so finely honed on the wings of a celestial, that it is impossibly sharp, and can cut through any manner of matter. A truly evil weapon, but it holds no bars to him... A demon does not care baout the ature of a weapon as long as it might assure him victory.
Elwen Posted November 26, 2003 Report Posted November 26, 2003 Wow...this is really creative and really in-depth, ashke. *saves onto her hard drive* It answers all the questions I had about Damon's history...and more. *grins* Good job as usual-I always like hearing about the history of your characters, and this is one of the best you've come up with! ~Lynne~
Damon Inferel Posted November 26, 2003 Author Report Posted November 26, 2003 Thank you ashke. Sadly, I had to type it twice. This infernal library doesn't have the ability to move stuff from a disk to their computers... >*_*<
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