Valmortis Baphomet
Duke of the Burning Hells Right hand of Destruction
"This mortal plane shall know the five strife's, War, Disease, Famine, Death and Destruction!"
Valmortis Baphomet is the right hand... demon, of the Goddess of destruction, and has served his mistress for more eons than can be counted. When the race of humans was still young and the burning Hells were still but a cornucopia of violent emotions and the armies of sin were not yet assembled, the goddess of Destruction took it upon herself to find a champion, a duke to be her voice in all things. So she scoured the mortal world until she found a human who would do, a vicious bloodthirsty being with uncommon skill with his chosen weapons. He led his tribes in vast conquests accumulating masses of resources and wealth. When he was on his death knell she ripped the tribesman's soul from his body and from that moment forwards was known as Valmortis, The First Death.
A human soul however is not fit to be a Duke of Hell so the Goddess took her servant's soul and threw him into the deepest pits of Hell, the hottest fires where his soul was broken down to it's base levels. She then took him and on the anvil of Hell forged unto him new power. A century slipped past in the mortal world as she toiled and when she was complete in her labors Valmortis the man had been reforged, into Valmortis Baphomet, the oldest and most powerful of the Dukes of Hell. For unto him she had not simply forged Hell fire, but a portion of her immortal soul. Immeasurably strong and fueled with the very power of destruction itself, Valmortis set about cleansing the realm of Destruction.
He was clad with armour forged from his Dark Mistress' very soul, the Armour of Contempt that no mortal could pierce and even demons could barely scratch, he then set to work throwing out those who were unworthy and personally devouring those who were to swell his power even more. Finally he set out upon the plains of the Hell scape to set upon the Others the Three who would defy his Mistress. He met their armies single handed. Hordes of Demons, millions of millions strong fell before his awesome power and the Three gnashed their teeth and howled their rage. Again they sent their armies and again they were repelled. But another threat came to the Hells. And as unstoppable as Valmortis was, he could not fight on two fronts, that of the plains of hell and the encroaching angels who had discovered their existence.
So it was that Valmortis Baphomet beseech'd his Dark Mistress and she swept down from her fortress to the anvil and fire where she again forged creatures of Destruction. These beings, the seven Lieutenants of Destruction, would be charged with holding the line against the other Hells while Valmortis set out to Purgatory to fight the Angels himself. The Lieutenants rose about themselves an army that was then dubbed the Legion of Destruction. The First Mistress finally had an army.
Meanwhile she was gifting upon Valmortis a great weapon to aid him in his task, a great bastard sword of Hell, Angeli Sanguinium: Angel's Blood. Valmortis took this blade of Hell and marched upon the plains of Purgatory, where for ten thousand years he would slaughter the servants of heaven. And with every kill the power of his sword would grow. When at last the armies of the Three and the Duke of the First pushed back the Angelic horde there was but one bastion of light left to be cleansed before the Daemons could begin pushing into the rest of Purgatory. Final Hope the place was called. Funny, because it would become the first terror of the light.
For a thousand years Valmortis battered at the gates of Purgatory, unleashing Hell fire and Dark sorcery, battering it with his blade and his bare hands. But nothing would damage the gates. Finally, after a millennium of struggle, he called to his Dark Mistress for help, and again she bestowed upon him a part of her very soul. Render the tooth of Destruction. A gigantic mace shaped from part of the very essence of destruction itself appeared in Valmortis' hand and he smote it upon the gates. With an almighty crash the gates burst apart like twigs and the shards were scattered about the hold. The mace disappeared from Valmortis' hands, but it would return to him in times of need.
Inside the hold Valmortis expected to find an army of angels cooped up for a thousand years ready to do battle. But instead he found only four, kneeling before their new master. The first four fallen angels Valmortis dubbed the riders of the Apocalypse. They would ride through the mortal worlds heralding Valmortis' arrival, spreading Death, Disease, Famine and War wherever they went. And so it was that Valmortis finally stepped upon mortal soil only to find many of his powers had fled him, his almighty strength, while still powerful, was diminished, his sorceries were harder to call upon and had to be prepared, but worst of all he could no longer feel a connection to his Dark Mistress and had no way back to the Burning Hells.
For a hundred thousand years Valmortis Baphomet has roamed the mortal plain, searching, endlessly searching for a way to rejoin his mistress and again bring destruction to the Burning Hells, before him ride the four fallen angels who have been his eternal companions. And between them, they spread every calamity known to man. He is crippled however, upon the mortal plane he is stripped of much of his power though he knows not why, suspicion rises in his mind that someone bound his strength upon his entrance to Or, his blade and armour, while still potent and his blade indestructible, are little more than mortal craft. Render no longer answers his call and the Riders strength wanes daily. When he finds the wretch who caged his strength, there will be no plane of existence that can hide him from the Duke's wrath.
Stats: S:50, R:50, W:30
Talents: Magic of Hell: Otherwise known as Dark Sorcery with preparation Valmortis can call upon the very fires of Hell and other horrific apparitions to scour his foes from the face or Or
Swordsman of legend: Valmortis is a fantastic fighter especially with his blade Angel's Blood he is nigh impossible to kill through battle and will fight till all are destroyed such is his charge.
Traits:
Immeasurable Power: Though it is limited in the extreme on the mortal plane Valmortis is a conduit for the very power of Destruction itself.
Immense Hubris: The arrogance of countless eons of undefeated battle makes Valmortis overconfident. But then what is overconfidence in the face of no one who can harm you?
Silver tongue: Valmortis is adept at using mortals to further his goals and is adept at sewing confusion and ultimately devastation in mortal settlements where he passes.
Herald of the Apocalypse: Along with his four companions Death War Famine and Disease Valmortis is the Herald of Destruction and wherever he and his companions go Mortals must die before he can move on.
Description:
When unchained Valmortis stands dozens of meters tall and can obliterate hordes of enemies with gestures of his hands. But upon the mortal plane where his power is locked he can stand at but three meters in height. Still a terrifying prospect but there are taller creatures on Or. His armour constantly glows with the reddish brown Hell Fire that smells of brimstone where he walks.
Age: Uncounted eons, over a hundred thousand years on the mortal plane.
Personality: Arrogant but ultimately justified in his confidence. A strong and sound tactical commander
Affiliation: Evil, Servant of Hell, specifically Destruction
Race: Originally Human but can now only be described as demonic.
Followers:
The Riders of the Apocalypse:
Universal traits:
Ethereal: The Riders of the Apocalypse are no help in an actual battle as they cannot interact with the mortal world. They are simple heralds. While they are in their caged state their powers are completely nullified and are useless. They are little more than companions to the Duke. When their strength is freed however they will once again become a terror to the world
Aura of calamity: Terrible things just seem to.... Happen... to Mortals around the four.
War:
War is clad in ethereal plate armor that shifts around him as he moves. He rarely stays still and is constantly bellowing war cries or orders of battle to those mortals who can hear him, they cannot resist and will often charge into battle without a moment's hesitation, falling upon their friends and families slaughtering them in cold blood.
Traits:
Aura of War: Mortals near to War will be compelled to fight, it doesn't matter who with or how but they must fight. More ambitious Humans might start planning great conquests or rallying armies of their own, lesser mortals might simply fall upon their previous allies or even a hated foe.
Silver Tongue: Just like Valmortis War is adept at convincing Mortals to do whatever he desires.
Famine:
Famine appears as little more than an emaciated child clinging to the back of his near skeletal horse. He is quiet and often simply smiles as drops wither and die food rots in it's containers and meat becomes toxic to consume.
Traits:
Aura of Famine: Foodstuffs near by famine become inedible and Mortals that spend any kind of time in Famine's presence will never again get sustenance from mortal food. Many drown themselves in water trying to quench their thirst.
Touch of damnation: Famine often drives people to madness with a touch of his tiny finger, inducing visions of starvation and horror that drive mortals to tear each other apart desperately seeking cannibalism as a last option, horrifically eating human flesh dispels Famine's curse, but damns the feeder to a lifetime of only being able to consume said flesh and desiring it above all else.
Disease:
Disease is a bloated and cruel figure who often tortures mortals for little more than a whim, testing various cocktails of sickness upon them before unleashing them upon the world of Or as miniature heralds of his power.
Traits:
Aura of disease: Those in Disease's presence will quickly find themselves becoming sick and dying to horrific illnesses. Medicine fails or is overwhelmed and even the healing power of priests is muted to an almost useless scale.
Touch of sickness: By concentrating and reaching out to a mortal disease can inflict a specific concoction of diseases and illnesses upon them, testing out different combinations and reveling in the results.
Death:
The typical human image of Death's harbinger, a cloaked figure on a skeletal steed wielding a scythe to cut the souls of the living. He is a cold figure who seems to hold himself aloof from the predatory tendancies of the others and simply does as Valmortis commands. He and the Demonic Duke talk for long hours and discuss what they have seen. Of the four Death is Valmortis' only true companion.
Traits:
Touch of Death: Death's touch... well... it kills. Nuff said
Inheritance: Death can pass on his powers to a mortal for brief spans of time to teach that mortal a lesson about... well whatever he wants really. Of the Four Death takes his role most seriously and tries his best to teach the mortal race about responsibility and the power of decisions. As such he shed his aura of death that he saw as having no true purpose. Instead of universally killing those whom he approaches he kills only those who he believes truly deserve it. As such his powers are often held in check for centuries.
(Note people still die, get sick, have wars and loose crops normally, it's just that these things happen more often around the four. Or at least will when their powers are unlocked, if ever.)
Character for re submission. Due to complaints I nerfed the fuck out of him.