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Full Name: Astiroth
Nickname(s):None
Gender: Male
Age:??
Appearance: Astiroth stands at 6'7 feet and has a lean muscular build. He posses red skin, long black hair that goes down to his waist, and black horns that resemble deer antlers though they aren't as big. His eyes resemble a bright yellow with a tint of orange. His hands are covered in black scales and posses six fingers, two of which resemble thumbs, and have black claws. He does not wear any armor on his upper body except for his cloak. He wears plate metal on his legs that go from his waist to his knees and does not wear anything to conceal his feet. His feet are covered in black scales and resemble giant talons that have six digits.

Species: Demon

Weapon(s): Demon great sword made in a one handed style. The sword is named Morrath. He also possess a cloak named Vurros that can take the form of extra limbs to aid him in maneuverability.

Abilities: Possess enhanced physical abilities and senses. Has extensive knowledge of dark magic but can't use them. Has control over hell fire. Is a seasoned warrior that is skilled in hand to hand combat and with a sword.

Reason: As the demons are a dying race and on the verge of extinction. Astiroth stands as the last line of royalty and seeks to save his people by making a pact with the neighboring people. He believes helping them save the king will open up terms for negotiation.

Brief Personality && Biography Description:
Astiroth serves as the last living demon with royal blood. Due to this, he is very caring for his people and only seeks to save them. He can often be seen as a cold individual on the surface and appears to have no real concern for others. On the inside however, he is a caring person who despises conflict. Astiroth served his early life among his people during a time of upheaval. His people were plagued by a disease that began to take them on the verge of extinction. Day by day, his watched as the numbers of his people dwindled from millions to only hundreds. His father, who was the current demon lord and leader of his people fell ill and told Astiroth to take his people and leave their plagued land. Astiroth took what little remainded of the demons and left in search of a new home. As the years went on, Astiroth searched for refuge and even confronted kingdoms for aid. Stating that he simply looked for a home for his people and did not desire conflict. He was always turned down however because demons were despised. Though he has currently found a temporary refuge for his people bordering a small kingdom. Word had reached him that their king had fallen ill. He sought to help save their king in hopes that it woukd grant his people a peaceful home.

Additional Information:
While Astiroth boasts a large amount of raw power. He is still young and does not posses the refined skill of seasoned demons. Despite this his power normally shows itself in times of great stress. Astiroth, at the request of the kings adviser, wears a necklace that keeps his power in check and cannot show his full might unless it is removed. He cannot remove it however and it must be removed by a another individual who trusts him.

Side Note: Any form of divine magic can severely cripple Astiroth for so long as he is around it.

Masrith stayed silent. He stood up when all were ready to leave. He walked out the door and looked around. He wasn't sure in which direction they were going because he hadn't been to the surface often and was not familiar with the area. "Where to?" The only words that the Illithid spoke. He closed his eyes. There wasn't really much sun light but it still bothered him. Knowing he spends most of his time in the dark contributed to that.
Yes. I will be able to post soon
Still accepting? I may make a farmer.
Vurros was at the marketplace of the station. He was talking to a buyer with a group of thugs. Vurros stood in his suit that allowed him a slight height advantage over the group. "Listen, I don't care what kind of people you have. You aren't getting my Walker. You have idea what kind paper work it takes to make legal custom equipment and to be able to deploy it. Not to mention it's expensive as hell." The buyer and the group of thugs flashed their weapons. Vurros used his suit to pick the buyer up by the throat. "You thinking you can threaten boy. I've never shoved this suits arm into another creatures ass but I won't fucking hesitate if you an ya two bit thugs get the hell out-a my face." Vurros threw the man down and his talk was successful as the buyer and the thugs ran off. "Inadequate excuses for 'advanced species' if you ask me." Vurros said as he walked off. As Vurros turned the corner, he ended up smacking into Prog. His metal suit would have caused Prog to fall back. Vurros looked down at him. "Whoa there. You alright?" Vurros said as he extended his hand out to help Prog up.
Jack continued his style in the fight. His momentum allowed him to barely evade a swing made at him by a spare orc. The second swing would not be so easily dodged however. Jack brought his swords around using his momentum toatch the orcs strength for a moment. This allowed him to slow it's swing and allow him to dodge with a side step. He continied, using the orcs swing as a sling shot. His swords bounced off when he blocked. Jack swung his his swords in an upward fashion. His hope what to cut the orcs midsection as he believed the momentum would be enough to allow his swords to cut deep enough into the orcs thick skin.
Masrith let out an annoyed sigh. He began to speak through the Slith. "I will not argue any longer. Ad a few last words before we depart. A necromancer will never be looked upon as a good omen along these accursed lands as you could easily be mistaken as a servant of the lich. Lastly, I respect the privacy of your mind, however if we are ever surrounded by enemies. I will talk to you in your mind regardless as speaking a plan aloud infront of your enemies is absurd." The Illithid took his hand off of the Sliths head and waited for them to depart. The Sliths eyes grew white again. Masrith would speak. "I suggest trying to capture a hollow undead. Defeating an enemy requires knowledge of its weaknesses and behavioral patterns. I had several hypothesis about the undead that are hollow."
Sorry. I'll be able to post Monday. College started up so I've been busy with that as well as my part time job.
Masrith listened to the conversation as it continued. "If we were look at things as they are presented. A necromancer isn't a good idea for a first impression. The lizard is the friendliest looking face." He said through the creature. "Not because im interested in hearing the race card, but despite our cruel reputation. My people are known for their mental capacity. I would suggest the lizard being the face of the group. The necromancer could give the orders, and I could be the strategic thinker." Masrith looked at the group for a sogn of approval. "A mental link between ths group is the best strategic option. It would much easier to plan and communicate under circumstances of extreme stress. It also helps prevent any language barrier."
Masrith stood in wait with his hand placed over the lizard creatures head. He listened for the questions to be asked. He turned and faced Caractacus. "They aren't something you can reason with. It's like me tryong to negotiate with your undead while you tell them to attack. Such an idea would be utterly pointless." He then faced Morro. "They didn't. We had several groups venture out into the heart of the curse. I was among a group. We believed we could use our psionic abilities to severe the control of the undead. However, my group was ambushed and I was separated from my group. I have no doubt they are alive as the leader posses an intellect greater than mine and the power to match. I had sought a way to regroup but came across someone reading a poster. I read their thoughts and that poster lead me to you." Masrith paused for a second. "We wanted to talk to your leaders but decided against it. After all, your entire group tried to kill me on sight. My race didn't see you humans as logical creatures. Most of you act on emotion. Our race has dominated the minds of thousands to use as slaves. You really think your leaders would form a alliance with us?"
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