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sly13Name Zakhul
Titles Beast of Balcoth
Age older than he can remember
Race Daemon
Training The battlefield is the best educator in the art of war one can find. Zakhul has fought in many a battle throughout his life. Experience has grown his skills with very little legitimate training. For a few years he had a swordsman train him in the basics, but he in no way achieved mastery of swordsmanship.
Equipment
Spell Skills
Other skills
Weaknesses
Affiliation his pillow(his one true friend)
Personality All Zakhul wants in life is to do nothing and be entertained. Of course that is not how life works, so he often misses any entertaining event he hoped to see. Zakhul is often calm and unguarded when he speaks. He doesn't understand why he should try and lie about things, because who could harm him. More likely to toy with an enemy than kill them instantly he can be seen as cruel. The more accurate description is that he doesn't want the excitement to leave. He often spares his defeated enemies in exchange for a favor, hoping they will become entertaining once again.
History
Zakhul is one of the ancient demons that were summoned when the harvester reigned. He was a ferocious fighter that utilized incredibly quick movement and illusion magic to overwhelm and confuse his enemies. While not quite royalty he was held in high regard by the other Daemons he interacted with.
After the crucible Zakhul had been caught on the outside of the barrier, having his mind freed from the harvester. Unsure of where to go he attempted to find a safe place to get his bearings and learn what happened. He came upon an abandoned fortress that appeared to have fallen into disrepair only a few decades ago. Exploring the fortress he made his way to the lords chambers and looked upon the bed. On looking at the bed a wave of exhaustion overcame him and he stumbled forward. Collapsing to the ground Zakhul could feel his eyelids shutting on their own, as if some force was forcing them closed.
He slept for many years before being woken up by a party of adventures looting his hidden castle. After driving the adventures away he decided to go see how the world had changed.
Leaving his castle he used minor illusion magic to disguise his daemonic features and set out into the world. He spent many years just wandering around the world, spending nights in any dry place he could find. He observed and tested the people of this planet, trying to learn more about them. He began to see the puny mortals he had terrorized in a new light and became fascinated by them. To him their multifaceted nature was extremely interesting to him, because of the one sidedness of daemons.
Zakhul began to start interacting with the humans more closely, moving into a village as a “trader” and becoming part of a community. After a few years he would leave and find a new town to stay in for a while. He continued like this for a while before he started to notice changes in him. He had lost his lust for power and felt more comfortable in his human form. He felt different than before he started this journey, more...less. He felt less “all powerful”, more mortal. He knew he was still as powerful, but he had begun thinking like a human after lifetimes among the creatures.
This realization shocked his mind, that he was becoming something he had previously viewed as weak and pathetic. That he no longer truly felt like a daemon. The worst part though is that he now viewed his past actions through the morals and viewpoints of humans. Fleeing to his hidden home he tried to reconcile what he had done with his new conscience. Unable to do that he imprisoned his mind, creating the detached creature that exists today.
Titles Beast of Balcoth
Age older than he can remember
Race Daemon
Training The battlefield is the best educator in the art of war one can find. Zakhul has fought in many a battle throughout his life. Experience has grown his skills with very little legitimate training. For a few years he had a swordsman train him in the basics, but he in no way achieved mastery of swordsmanship.
Equipment
- -simple clothing: Simple riding clothes that are nothing special. Higher quality than what a peasant would wear, but nowhere near what a noble would wear.
-sword: A simple sword made of quality materials.
-scrolls: A few scrolls for writing.
-feather pen: A pen for writing on said scrolls.
Spell Skills
- -Illusion magic: Zakhul utilizes illusion magic to change the placement of his attacks by just a few inches, mostly geared to messing up their timing. He also uses the magic to disguise his more demonic features.
Other skills
- -Hand to hand combat: He is an expert in hand to hand combat, preferring to fight barehanded than with a weapon.
-Good Situational awareness: He is very good at keeping track of everything on the battlefield after he has noticed it. This allows him to stay away from environmental hazards and stay wary of foes outside of his vision.
Weaknesses
- -Incredibly lazy: He is unwilling to put effort into nearly anything, unless the incentives are high.
-Overconfident: Years of not being killed has made Zakhul believe he is somewhat indestructible.
-Slightly insane: Imprisoning his mind has broken it slightly causing him to become slightly insane.
Affiliation his pillow(his one true friend)
Personality All Zakhul wants in life is to do nothing and be entertained. Of course that is not how life works, so he often misses any entertaining event he hoped to see. Zakhul is often calm and unguarded when he speaks. He doesn't understand why he should try and lie about things, because who could harm him. More likely to toy with an enemy than kill them instantly he can be seen as cruel. The more accurate description is that he doesn't want the excitement to leave. He often spares his defeated enemies in exchange for a favor, hoping they will become entertaining once again.
History
Zakhul is one of the ancient demons that were summoned when the harvester reigned. He was a ferocious fighter that utilized incredibly quick movement and illusion magic to overwhelm and confuse his enemies. While not quite royalty he was held in high regard by the other Daemons he interacted with.
After the crucible Zakhul had been caught on the outside of the barrier, having his mind freed from the harvester. Unsure of where to go he attempted to find a safe place to get his bearings and learn what happened. He came upon an abandoned fortress that appeared to have fallen into disrepair only a few decades ago. Exploring the fortress he made his way to the lords chambers and looked upon the bed. On looking at the bed a wave of exhaustion overcame him and he stumbled forward. Collapsing to the ground Zakhul could feel his eyelids shutting on their own, as if some force was forcing them closed.
He slept for many years before being woken up by a party of adventures looting his hidden castle. After driving the adventures away he decided to go see how the world had changed.
Leaving his castle he used minor illusion magic to disguise his daemonic features and set out into the world. He spent many years just wandering around the world, spending nights in any dry place he could find. He observed and tested the people of this planet, trying to learn more about them. He began to see the puny mortals he had terrorized in a new light and became fascinated by them. To him their multifaceted nature was extremely interesting to him, because of the one sidedness of daemons.
Zakhul began to start interacting with the humans more closely, moving into a village as a “trader” and becoming part of a community. After a few years he would leave and find a new town to stay in for a while. He continued like this for a while before he started to notice changes in him. He had lost his lust for power and felt more comfortable in his human form. He felt different than before he started this journey, more...less. He felt less “all powerful”, more mortal. He knew he was still as powerful, but he had begun thinking like a human after lifetimes among the creatures.
This realization shocked his mind, that he was becoming something he had previously viewed as weak and pathetic. That he no longer truly felt like a daemon. The worst part though is that he now viewed his past actions through the morals and viewpoints of humans. Fleeing to his hidden home he tried to reconcile what he had done with his new conscience. Unable to do that he imprisoned his mind, creating the detached creature that exists today.