Name: Be'lakor Fëanáro Sîrfalas Lólindir
Species: Daemon Prince
Age: 50,000 years old
Gender: Male
Good, Evil, Neutral?: Depends on who you are.
Appearance: Be'lakor takes on many forms when he enters the material realm, and can change between them at will. In his human form he has long black hair, and light green eyes. He wears a black coat with black on the tips of the sleeves and the tips of his trousers. He wears black pointed shoes, and long trousers.
History: Be'lakor was the first mortal in the Old World to receive the gift of Daemonhood from the four chaos gods. As a mortal, in the army of the Undivided, he led a march through the tainted lands of the Empire. The Chaos soldiers had not machinery or the technology that the empire had, but the soldiers of Chaos had been warped, granted gifts by the gods. Each one stood at 9ft tall, bearing powerful chaos armour that was bound to their flesh, devoid of all human desires. They marched, with the chaos bannders high, into the city of Praag. They slew everything that moved, women, children, dogs, soldiers...everything. The city was set ablaze, an army of twisted and corrupted soldiers charging through it, The purge of the old world had begun.
The Chaos Undivided army had pathed themselves a path to the Empires capital, Altdorf. Altdorf was located inside a circle of mountains with only one opening, so it was fairly simple and plain that the Empire had the upper hand, as there was only one place the Chaos armies could attack from. But they were fearless and attacked anyway. Upon entering the gauntlet of the Altdorf they were instantly fired upon by the Empires cannons and Musketeers. The Chaos army was no match, they didn't even make it to the gate. Be'lakor had fallen, a cannon ball had hit him in the chest. He lay on the ground, his soldiers around him, all dead. But the Chaos Gods say favour in the young soldier, and set him a challenge. Be'lakor awoke in a temple of chaos, unknown to him it was the The original temple. He stood up, his wounds were fully healed, and he knew what he had to do instantly, as if it had been placed in his head.
Be'lakor stepped through the large gates into the mountains, where the first trial began. Weapons appeared in his hands, Two axes. He looked up, and then he saw it. The Bloodbeast of Khorne was waiting for him. It shook off the chains holding it and charged for Be'lakor. The soldier moved in desperation, he had only ever seen one Bloodbeast of Khorne, and it butchered the opposition. He rolled out of the way again as its foot crashed down on the ground. He grabbed onto its leg, and climbed up, almost falling and meeting his death twice, before he got on the back of the beast. He plunged the axes into its head, again and again, until it eventuall fell. He was healed again, and no longer felt tired as he entered the next room.
What he found there was unsettling. A Firewyrm of Tzeentch stood infront of him. Its shackles melted as its screech filled the room. Be'lakor stumbled back as it stepped forward towards him, vomiting a multi coloured stream of flames at him. He stumbled and just barely escaped. He stood up again, raising his axes. The floor where the flames had hit started to bulge and mutate, it was horrible. Be'lakor roared his war cry as he charged the beast. It was constantly changing, so a stealthy kill like the bloodbeast would be impossible. He lunged forward, slashing at its face. It reacted impossibly fast, it picked him up with its vile claws and tossed him into a nearby wall. He screamed in agony as he hit the ground. It started to walk towards him, spewing more multi coloured flames. He moved quickly, but still scorched his armour. He roared again as he slammed his axe into its claw arm repeatadly until he severed it, he then picked it up, and slashed the Firewyrm with its own claw. The same happened again, he healed, his armour looked new, and he recovered.
He stumbled into the next room, seeing his new target. Not a giant beast like the previous too, but a monster of similar size to him. A Hunter of Chaos Undivided. A daemon that had a skull like head, and a large limbs, comple with spikes. Its hands were clawed and incredibly sharp, making it a deadly beast. This one was different to normal hunters however, as it featured several barbed tentacles emanating from the back of its head. It screeched as it lurnged for him. Be'lakor moved in turn, slamming the beast in the head with the handle of his axe. It lurched backwards, holding its head where he had cracked the bone. Be'lakor roared in a twisted pleasure as he attacked it again, cutting into its torso. It screeched again, slashing him before it leapt into the wall. It clung to the wall with its feet claws and a single arm. It roared in anger and disdain at Be'lakor before it leapt for him. He swung his axe with lucky timing, slashing it again. It fell backwards, shaking off the damage as its wounds closed. Be'lakor looked on in disbelief as it healed itself. He roared charing at it, slashing it repeatadly and smashing its skull in. It regenerated, and he wounded it, in a cycle that went on for hours, until he finally lost his axe inside its head. It stumbled back, screaming as it fell to the ground and turned to ash. Be'lakor retrieved his axe as he was freshened.
In the next room he stood atop a platform, over a pit of fire and lava. He shook his head, stepping back, as he cursed under his breath. The great beast rose, Ifrit, the servant of the gods, a Daemon Prince. Be'lakor shouted at Ifrit, asking if he would have to slay one of Chaos most trusted. Ifrit shook his head, placing its gigant finger up to Be'lakors chest. Be'lakor roared in agony as he fell to the ground, his chest marked with a glowing red imprint. He looked up at Ifrit as his vision went black. When he awoke, he found that he was sat in a throne, in the temple of chaos. He stood up and a vision entered his head. The Chaos gods had given him the ultimate gift, ascension to a Daemon Prince.
Old world was on a different astral plain to the modern world, which is why it was never documented in history, because it didn't exist in the same world. Something changed, and now demons are capable of entering the material realm of Earth, and not just The Old World. And so Be'lakor has crossed dimensions into the material realm, in a human disguise.
Over time Be'lakor took a trip to the dimension of Aspheri, where he met the princess of the Dimension, Shadow Roth. Be'lakor left that day, but was called back by the princess to Aspheri to solve some diplomatic trouble, which started a war. Be'lakor developed the ability to become a Calcifier whilst in Aspheri, giving up the power to become a Firewyrm. The Prince of Merthras fought with Be'lakor, where his time in Merthras evolved him, allowing him to transform into a Gishagul, an ice demon native to the icy plains of the northern old world.
Powers: Human Form: Be'lakor can appear to be a human, but retains his supernatural speed, strength and endurance. He can regenerate in this form to keep him alive. He uses a mystical sword called a Daemon Blade, which inflicts extra damage on Demons. He can sprout his wings at will.
Bloodbeast: Be'lakor is able to transform himself into a Bloodbeast of Khorne. He gains some Daemonic armour, that is bullet proof and can take tank shells before faltering. He also gains the increased strength of the Bloodbeast, but at the cost of lower mobility and speed. It is capable of transforming its front hoofs into weapons, such as blades, or claws.
Calcifier: A calcifier is a skeletal horror of a demon, with control over fire. It has sharp claws on its hands and feet and is able to spew flames from its hands and mouth. It can produce flaming skeletal wings from its back that allow it to fly. It's tail acts as an extra limb that it has full control over, flames encircle the appendage, allowing the tail to be used as a vicious weapon.
Gishagul: A Gishagul is a large berserker like ice demon. It has sharp claws and armoured skin, but is weak to heat. It is able to blow extremely cold air from its mouth, capable of freezing things on the spot. It has a large muscle mass, and as such is very strong, but also slow. It has a large and powerful jaw, strong enough to crush a tree.
True Form: Be'lakors true form. This is where Be'lakor is most powerful. Be'lakor becomes a humanoid dragon like creature. He has 4 wings, two are dragon like, two could be called bird like. His tail is barbed and very sharp. His hands are large claws that could harm a Bloodbeast. He can breath a stream of Red lightning or Hellfire, This can only be done if his horns are intact (NERF!) In this form he is about the size of your typical middle aged dragon.
True Sight: Must be in Human Form to use. Be'lakor's eyes glow blue as his vision changes from the material realm to the Ethereal realm. He views the spirits of creatures rather then their physical form. This allows him to pick out mythical creatures from the normal creatures, as he sees what they really are.
Personality: Be'lakor retains his personality from when he was a mortal. He is a natural leader, and as such is good at persuading people to do things. He is generally a fearless person, who views mythical beasts and mortals as equals. Be'lakor is no longer the gods of chaos' servant, but more their child, as they no longer control him, but he views them as authority and follow their orders. He wants to end the war between humanity and the mythical creatures, even if that means completely eradicating one side. He is generally an emotionless body, but can and does show compasion and other such emotions.
Sample RP post: A lone figure entered the forest. He had eerie green eyes, and wore dark clothes, specifically a long coat that went down to his knees. On his arm was a gauntlet like object, with the tip of a blade visible. The figure stopped walking, and looked ahead. He closed his eyes, and when they opened, they were no longer green, but glowing a faint blue colour. A smirk crossed his face as his eyes returned to their original green colour and he broke into a sprint. He dodged the trees as he ran at over 100 mile an hour. He jumped over a root, as he passed over it, he rolled to a stop. He moved silently as he viewed a scene through the foliage.
Two men armed with Shotguns had cornered a young girl. She looked only about 16 and she looked terrified. She also looked human but looks can be deceiving. The figure had seen it when he looked into the Ethereal; she was an Elf, who was disguised by magic. These men were hunters, searching for magical creatures. Be’lakor could tell by their gear, as the Witch Hunters in the old world used the same.
Be’lakor stepped out of his cover, and started to walk towards the men. They turned around, and instantly looked surprised, they could see his true form thanks to their Ethereal goggles.
“Wha-what are you!?” One of them announced as Be’lakor walked over to him, and picked him up with his right hand. The other man got his shotgun ready but was impaled by a blade that the gauntlet like object had extended. The man spat out blood as he fell to the ground. Be’lakor then decapitated the other one. He looked at the Elf, and smiled,
“You can go now, they aren’t going to be bothering you anymore.” Be’lakor said reassuringly as he walked off…
Pictures:Human Form:
Bloodbeast:
Calcifier:
Gishagul:
True Form:
