Name: Bakkar al'Shan
True Name: Rik "Bakkar al'Shan" Morales
Nature: Evil
Race: Incubi/Succubi
Strengths: Shadow Manipulation, Sensual Magics
Weaknesses: Bardic magic and the five elements of wind, water, fire, earth and spirit.
Title: Lord King / Master
City: Tyran’tou
Race: Incubi
Magic: Dark Matter / Channeling
Magic attacks:
1) Rolling Waves of Fire - Channeling attack making a four foot shockwave of superheated earth erupt from the ground in front of him. Height of attack depends on energy spent on it.
2) Shadow Jump - Using Dark Matter the incubi/succubi can wrap themselves in darkness and "step" through shadows.
3) Shadow Tentacles - The wings of a succubi or Incubi are most times hidden, as they are a powerful weapon. When this spell is used the wings on the back and sides of the head turn jet black and break off into millions of spider-web like tentacles, most often used to pierce the skin, and shove forcefully through the veins of an opponent who isn't fast enough to avoid them.
4) Dominating Gaze - The Incubi / Succubi race have an uncanny ability to manipulate others with their beauty and appeal. Through this spell, any who make eye contact with the demon begin to fall under their spell, and with enough exposure to the powerful pheromones and magic, the victim will be helpless to resist the demon's suggestion.
Appearance:
Normal - 6' 5" tall, tanned skin, a build of a typical athletic feline, more slender than muscular definition. Long blue hair, emerald green eyes, and runes tattoo'd across his body as well as a single design of a dragon winding it's way up his left leg, around his back and up over his shoulder. He has multiple piercings: Along his large feline ears, eyebrows, chest and navel. He also wears three spiked black leather bands around the last foot of his tail.
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https://2img.net/r/ihimizer/img163/4695/hlu2f7vr020je4rs.jpg Background:
Bakkar's beginning was far from a humble one. He was once human, and of the worst kind. His habits of kidnapping an entire small village's children and young adults to drain them of their blood earned him the nickname "Lord of Blood" and he was feared as one of the Forsaken of the Second Age. Humanity itself became a game to him, and he mastered this mockery of an existence in all it's forms. But to attain true immortality, as was his wish, he had to make a pact with Shai'Tan, to become his most feared second in command.
The day came when Rik faced off with the hero of the age and his army. A battle ensued, and even with his abilities to channel The One Power that made up the very fabric of reality, he was defeated.
His soul was sent into oblivion, but landed not in unknown pain, but in the arms of his new mother. An angel in his eyes, a devil in most others. Angelsarah and Emilio Morales had given birth to the new ruler of their realm of Makai.
Over the years, Bakkar was restlessly trained to use both his mind, and body, to attain any goal. He was the first of the demonic clan to be labeled as "al'Shan" which meant lord. It was only fitting he be named Bakkar, which was translated into blood. Thus once more, the lord of blood was reborn, and given life to do with as he chose. Shai'tan was no fool in appointing this creature such a task of ruling.
Over two thousand years went by. The first thousand was spent, as was tradition, in the embrace of his home land. Ruling over others, creating slaves and sacrifices of enemies, terrorizing the populace with the mere mention of his name and amassing an army to rival any other in the realm. But after, he grew bored. Studying those he fed from he learned of alternative realms, roles he could slip in to, personalities he could fake to become one with any nation, or any creed. He developed the True Sight, and was rumored to be able to tell everything about a person by a single conversation.
The next years were spent putting his practices to work for him. He obtained first, the emotions that his kind feared. For this he was seen as weak, but it only seemed to make him stronger as he put down uprising after uprising. Once he had gained enough energy, he created himself a body. One that was suitable to both his abilities as a warrior, and his nature as a creature of seduction. The feline form he often takes is a perfect mesh of both worlds, and he puts it to use every chance he gets.
Which brings us to our current time and date. The powers at be have called the demon lord home. To put his house in order, and return the fear of his kind to the hearts of all enemies, holy and non, mortal and immortal. Those who cannot be killed will be tortured, and with the amount of sheer soul energy the Incubi has attained, few would be wise to stand against him.
Makai itself, he found, had changed. The nature of the realm had taken it back from it's citizens who were busy squabbling amongst themselves for some scraps of what his family's castle held. Yet now the palace seemed almost empty, save for a light atop one of the towers that was occupied. The lord and master had returned to the realm, to put his business in order, and teach the new generation how to play the game called existence.