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Creed

Race: Half-Fiend Dhampir Shifter (LA+12)

Rough class idea: Looking at heading toward Weretouched Master

Medium (Outsider, Shapechanger, Monstrous Humanoid)


Side 1: Shifter 01https://i.pinimg.com/736x/86/21/b0/8621b050b7980b34ce750b53bd4e5e81--vampires-devil.jpg8c81574260529ee916ecb0d081457399.jpg
Side 2: Monk 01
Background: The Brute of Nessus
Deity: Asmodeus
Alignment: Neutral Evil
Gender: Male
Age: On the Prime 44yrs
Height: 5' 8"
Weight: 195 lbs.

Eyes: Yellow/Gold
Skin: Tanned with many tattoos & scars
Hair: Full head of white hair and white beard
Wings: Ash White

 

 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

Description: Though not tall, Creed is solid and bulky. He is darkly attractive and has as predatory gaze. He wears furs to cover his form and prefers more simple adornments. He has short cropped hair, cut with an odd shaped and very sharp knife. His beard is medium length and helps lend an air of age to otherwise youthful features. His body is covered in tattoos, these were once magical before the portal explosion. Normally he carries a knife, a staff and a satchel with simple gear but this is all gone now.

Personality: Creed is smart, calculating and extremely vicious. Often mistaken for a brute, Creed does nothing to dissuade those who think this. He is typically a loner but sees the value in teamwork. He has spent years in the court of Asmodeus, learning stratagems and craftiness from the King of Hell itself. Far from the simple killer he once was, Creed was chosen as a plant in the invasion to report back to his lord and carry out his wishes.

Background: Creed was born a killer by nature. He grew up with his clan near the settlement of Varna and from an early age the clan found his tendency toward cruelty disturbing. He would be overly forceful when playing with other children, often leading to disputes that he ended violently and he became ostracized within the clan as he aged due to many injuries among those he disagreed with. He was however a prodigy in the clan hierarchy through his shifting abilities. When the inevitable clashes with humans along the clan borders occurred, he was invaluable in protecting his people.

However there came a time when his nature overcame his mortality and his Sires fiendish and vampire heritage began to come to the fore. Instead of simply killing interlopers, Creed began to feast on them. He also began to develop wings and his features took on a more savage cast. The elders of the clan met to decide his fate and it was decided that he would be sent from the clan regardless of his prowess. Banished, Creed went into the wilds for a time where he grieved for his loss, but this soon turned to anger and hatred. Eventually he returned during a dark summer night to slaughter the entire clan.

Creed then made his way into Varna and became a terror in the streets during the night. His vampiric nature surfaced even more prominently and he lost himself, feeding on any he could hunt in the dark streets. But Varna was too small and soon he had to flee back into the wilds when house Vadalis began searching for him. Eventually he was caught by a cadre of druids who banished the creature he had become to the Nine Hells due to the many despicable deeds he had committed. He survived alone for some time on the lowest layer of Hell, stalking and feeding on any humanoids he could find. Eventually he took one victim too many and came to the notice of Asmodeus, who saw potential in the half-breed vampire/shifter and took him in.

He was tested of course.

The devil sat on his throne, chin resting on his clawed hand and looking entirely bored. He was handsome, some would say captivating, appearing as a slim red-skinned humanoid over 13 feet (4 meters) tall with a horned head, glowing red eyes and a perfectly trimmed beard. He wore red and black clothing that appeared so richly appointed it was likely of unfathomable cost.

Creed was hauled along bodily by the two Gelugons who held the shackles that dimmed much of his strength. He was held up in front of the devil who's eyes widened slightly as they traced his figure from head to toe and back. Turning his free hand, he indicated Creed with a sharp gesture of his hand. A slender, claw tipped finger pointed at him. The noise of the crowd of devils surrounding him died instantly.

"Is this the one who has been killing my mortals" he inquired, slight interest cutting through the boredom in his voice. Creed had learned the infernal tongue some time ago so made the words out clear enough.

"Yes" both insectoid devils intoned almost as one, their voices a disconcerting rasp. The devils eyes never left Creed.

The devil eyed him for some time more and lifted a rod to tap the jeweled end against one of his pointy canine teeth. After the silence became a little too oppressive the devil raised his eyebrows. "And why were you slaughtering my mortals half-breed? What did their deaths bring you?"

Creed didn't answer, instead choosing to smile and almost maniacal grin. His own overly-pointy canines betraying the precise thing he wanted to convey. The devils eyebrows lifted slightly. "Oh my, you truly are a half-breed aren't you". Without waiting for a response the devil stood and walked over, towering above Creeds frame. He looked down at the half-dhampir, half-fiend and looked at the tattoos adorning his skin. "The issue is, you owe me." he said, in no uncertain terms.

Creeds eyebrows shot up. He had expected death when he had been hauled in front of this being but now there might be some saving of his own skin. "And how do I pay off this debt?" His voice was rich and smooth, not too deep, nor high pitched.

"Well.." the devil spun on his heel and moved behind Creed and the two holding him. "That's what we need to decide." The devil inspected Creed like a prize mare "You owe me many lives but only have one to give. And you also need to prove your worth to me." Turning to a nearby Pit Fiend he commanded, "Bring it" to which the monstrosity moved off rapidly.

Creed and the devil inspected each other for a short while before the Pit Fiend returned with another prisoner in tow. Creed was then hauled to the edge of a pit and tossed from the top of the wall. He landed easily on his feet, not bothering with his wings. The other captive was dropped from the other side and a dome of energy swiftly covered the pit, trapping both inside.

The creature stood near 12ft tall and was grotesque. A pair of massive bat-like wings protruded from its back and Creed took special note of venom-dripping fangs and fearsome claws. He looked up, seeing the devil prince sitting on the edge of the pit nonchalantly twirling his rod and looking down with interest. At the confused look of Creed the being laughed, not an unpleasant sound, and shrugged. "You're supposed to kill it!" he cried, words full of mirth and the devils surrounding the pit cackled along with him.

At that, the demon roared and Creed stepped toward it, his body rippling and growing. A feral, slavering beast now launched itself at the demon and Creeds now imposing form slashed and cut the demon with steel-like claws. It gave as good as it got but Creed, his strength and power exuding from him swamped the other combatants raw power. The demon focused on an internal power but Creed slapped it, open handed and grabbed it behind the head with his clawed hand. He drew the demons head aside and sunk his now massive fangs into its neck. He hated feeding on these creatures but he knew his bite would work.

He ravaged the demon as he fed, claws from his hands and feet shredding the creatures tough hide. and still he drew upon the demons essence. Soon he felt it flagging and as he felt its breath leave its body he danced away, having felt the brunt of one of these explosions before and not wanting to revisit it. The explosion rocked the pit but he managed to get far enough away that the heat washed over him, ruffling his fur. As he looked down to inspect the damage the demon had wrought on him, the devils charming voice came from above.

"Very good. You now serve Asmodeus, Supreme Master of the Nine Hells"

 

 

W0LF

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Creed

Race: Half-Fiend Dhampir Shifter (LA+12)

Rough class idea: Looking at heading toward Weretouched Master

Medium (Outsider, Shapechanger, Monstrous Humanoid)


Side 1: Shifter 01https://i.pinimg.com/736x/86/21/b0/8621b050b7980b34ce750b53bd4e5e81--vampires-devil.jpg8c81574260529ee916ecb0d081457399.jpg
Side 2: Monk 01
Background: The Brute of Nessus
Deity: Asmodeus
Alignment: Neutral Evil
Gender: Male
Age: On the Prime 44yrs
Height: 5' 8"
Weight: 195 lbs.

Eyes: Yellow/Gold
Skin: Tanned with many tattoos & scars
Hair: Full head of white hair and white beard
Wings: Ash White

 

 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

Description: Though not tall, Creed is solid and bulky. He is darkly attractive and has as predatory gaze. He wears furs to cover his form and prefers more simple adornments. He has short cropped hair, cut with an odd shaped and very sharp knife. His beard is medium length and helps lend an air of age to otherwise youthful features. His body is covered in tattoos, these were once magical before the portal explosion. Normally he carries a knife, a staff and a satchel with simple gear but this is all gone now.

Personality: Creed is smart, calculating and extremely vicious. Often mistaken for a brute, Creed does nothing to dissuade those who think this. He is typically a loner but sees the value in teamwork. He has spent years in the court of Asmodeus, learning stratagems and craftiness from the King of Hell itself. Far from the simple killer he once was, Creed was chosen as a plant in the invasion to report back to his lord and carry out his wishes.

Background: Creed was born a killer by nature. He grew up with his clan near the settlement of Varna and from an early age the clan found his tendency toward cruelty disturbing. He would be overly forceful when playing with other children, often leading to disputes that he ended violently and he became ostracized within the clan as he aged due to many injuries among those he disagreed with. He was however a prodigy in the clan hierarchy through his shifting abilities. When the inevitable clashes with humans along the clan borders occurred, he was invaluable in protecting his people.

However there came a time when his nature overcame his mortality and his Sires fiendish and vampire heritage began to come to the fore. Instead of simply killing interlopers, Creed began to feast on them. He also began to develop wings and his features took on a more savage cast. The elders of the clan met to decide his fate and it was decided that he would be sent from the clan regardless of his prowess. Banished, Creed went into the wilds for a time where he grieved for his loss, but this soon turned to anger and hatred. Eventually he returned during a dark summer night to slaughter the entire clan.

Creed then made his way into Varna and became a terror in the streets during the night. His vampiric nature surfaced even more prominently and he lost himself, feeding on any he could hunt in the dark streets. But Varna was too small and soon he had to flee back into the wilds when house Vadalis began searching for him. Eventually he was caught by a cadre of druids who banished the creature he had become to the Nine Hells due to the many despicable deeds he had committed. He survived alone for some time on the lowest layer of Hell, stalking and feeding on any humanoids he could find. Eventually he took one victim too many and came to the notice of Asmodeus, who saw potential in the half-breed vampire/shifter and took him in.

He was tested of course.

The devil sat on his throne, chin resting on his clawed hand and looking entirely bored. He was handsome, some would say captivating, appearing as a slim red-skinned humanoid over 13 feet (4 meters) tall with a horned head, glowing red eyes and a perfectly trimmed beard. He wore red and black clothing that appeared so richly appointed it was likely of unfathomable cost.

Creed was hauled along bodily by the two Gelugons who held the shackles that dimmed much of his strength. He was held up in front of the devil who's eyes widened slightly as they traced his figure from head to toe and back. Turning his free hand, he indicated Creed with a sharp gesture of his hand. A slender, claw tipped finger pointed at him. The noise of the crowd of devils surrounding him died instantly.

"Is this the one who has been killing my mortals" he inquired, slight interest cutting through the boredom in his voice. Creed had learned the infernal tongue some time ago so made the words out clear enough.

"Yes" both insectoid devils intoned almost as one, their voices a disconcerting rasp. The devils eyes never left Creed.

The devil eyed him for some time more and lifted a rod to tap the jeweled end against one of his pointy canine teeth. After the silence became a little too oppressive the devil raised his eyebrows. "And why were you slaughtering my mortals half-breed? What did their deaths bring you?"

Creed didn't answer, instead choosing to smile and almost maniacal grin. His own overly-pointy canines betraying the precise thing he wanted to convey. The devils eyebrows lifted slightly. "Oh my, you truly are a half-breed aren't you". Without waiting for a response the devil stood and walked over, towering above Creeds frame. He looked down at the half-dhampir, half-fiend and looked at the tattoos adorning his skin. "The issue is, you owe me." he said, in no uncertain terms.

Creeds eyebrows shot up. He had expected death when he had been hauled in front of this being but now there might be some saving of his own skin. "And how do I pay off this debt?" His voice was rich and smooth, not too deep, nor high pitched.

"Well.." the devil spun on his heel and moved behind Creed and the two holding him. "That's what we need to decide." The devil inspected Creed like a prize mare "You owe me many lives but only have one to give. And you also need to prove your worth to me." Turning to a nearby Pit Fiend he commanded, "Bring it" to which the monstrosity moved off rapidly.

Creed and the devil inspected each other for a short while before the Pit Fiend returned with another prisoner in tow. Creed was then hauled to the edge of a pit and tossed from the top of the wall. He landed easily on his feet, not bothering with his wings. The other captive was dropped from the other side and a dome of energy swiftly covered the pit, trapping both inside.

The creature stood near 12ft tall and was grotesque. A pair of massive bat-like wings protruded from its back and Creed took special note of venom-dripping fangs and fearsome claws. He looked up, seeing the devil prince sitting on the edge of the pit nonchalantly twirling his rod and looking down with interest. At the confused look of Creed the being laughed, not an unpleasant sound, and shrugged. "You're supposed to kill it!" he cried, words full of mirth and the devils surrounding the pit cackled along with him.

At that, the demon roared and Creed stepped toward it, his body rippling and growing. A feral, slavering beast now launched itself at the demon and Creeds now imposing form slashed and cut the demon with steel-like claws. It gave as good as it got but Creed, his strength and power exuding from him swamped the other combatants raw power. The demon focused on an internal power but Creed slapped it, open handed and grabbed it behind the head with his clawed hand. He drew the demons head aside and sunk his now massive fangs into its neck. He hated feeding on these creatures but he knew his bite would work.

He ravaged the demon as he fed, claws from his hands and feet shredding the creatures tough hide. and still he drew upon the demons essence. Soon he felt it flagging and as he felt its breath leave its body he danced away, having felt the brunt of one of these explosions before and not wanting to revisit it. The explosion rocked the pit but he managed to get far enough away that the heat washed over him, ruffling his fur. As he looked down to inspect the damage the demon had wrought on him, the devils charming voice came from above.

"Very good. You now serve Asmodeus, Supreme Master of the Nine Hells"

 

 

W0LF

W0LF

Creed

Race: Half-Fiend Dhampir Shifter (LA+12)

Rough class idea: Looking at heading toward Weretouched Master

Medium (Outsider, Shapechanger, Monstrous Humanoid)


Side 1: Shifter 01https://i.pinimg.com/736x/86/21/b0/8621b050b7980b34ce750b53bd4e5e81--vampires-devil.jpg8c81574260529ee916ecb0d081457399.jpg
Side 2: Monk 01
Background: The Brute of Nessus
Deity: Asmodeus
Alignment: Neutral Evil
Gender: Male
Age: On the Prime 44yrs
Height: 5' 8"
Weight: 195 lbs.

Eyes: Yellow/Gold
Skin: Tanned with many tattoos & scars
Hair: Full head of white hair and white beard
Wings: Ash White

 

 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

Description: Though not tall, Creed is solid and bulky. He is darkly attractive and has as predatory gaze. He wears furs to cover his form and prefers more simple adornments. He has short cropped hair, cut with an odd shaped and very sharp knife. His beard is medium length and helps lend an air of age to otherwise youthful features. His body is covered in tattoos, these were once magical before the portal explosion. Normally he carries a knife, a staff and a satchel with simple gear but this is all gone now.

Personality: Creed is smart, calculating and extremely vicious. Often mistaken for a brute, Creed does nothing to dissuade those who think this. He is typically a loner but sees the value in teamwork. He has spent years in the court of Asmodeus, learning stratagems and craftiness from the King of Hell itself. Far from the simple killer he once was, Creed was chosen as a plant in the invasion to report back to his lord and carry out his wishes.

Background: Creed was born a killer by nature. He grew up with his clan near the settlement of Varna and from an early age the clan found his tendency toward cruelty disturbing. He would be overly forceful when playing with other children, often leading to disputes that he ended violently and he became ostracized within the clan as he aged due to many injuries among those he disagreed with. He was however a prodigy in the clan hierarchy through his shifting abilities. When the inevitable clashes with humans along the clan borders occurred, he was invaluable in protecting his people.

However there came a time when his nature overcame his mortality and his Sires fiendish and vampire heritage began to come to the fore. Instead of simply killing interlopers, Creed began to feast on them. He also began to develop wings and his features took on a more savage cast. The elders of the clan met to decide his fate and it was decided that he would be sent from the clan regardless of his prowess. Banished, Creed went into the wilds for a time where he grieved for his loss, but this soon turned to anger and hatred. Eventually he returned during a dark summer night to slaughter the entire clan.

Creed then made his way into Varna and became a terror in the streets during the night. His vampiric nature surfaced even more prominently and he lost himself, feeding on any he could hunt in the dark streets. But Varna was too small and soon he had to flee back into the wilds when house Vadalis began searching for him. Eventually he was caught by a cadre of druids who banished the creature he had become to the Nine Hells due to the many despicable deeds he had committed. He survived alone for some time on the lowest layer of Hell, stalking and feeding on any humanoids he could find. Eventually he took one victim too many and came to the notice of Asmodeus, who saw potential in the half-breed vampire/shifter and took him in.

He was tested of course.

The devil sat on his throne, chin resting on his clawed hand and looking entirely bored. He was handsome, some would say captivating, appearing as a slim red-skinned humanoid over 13 feet (4 meters) tall with a horned head, glowing red eyes and a perfectly trimmed beard. He wore red and black clothing that appeared so richly appointed it was likely of unfathomable cost.

Creed was hauled along bodily by the two Gelugons who held the shackles that dimmed much of his strength. He was held up in front of the devil who's eyes widened slightly as they traced his figure from head to toe and back. Turning his free hand, he indicated Creed with a sharp gesture of his hand. A slender, claw tipped finger pointed at him. The noise of the crowd of devils surrounding him died instantly.

"Is this the one who has been killing my mortals" he inquired, slight interest cutting through the boredom in his voice. Creed had learned the infernal tongue some time ago so made the words out clear enough.

"Yes" both insectoid devils intoned almost as one, their voices a disconcerting rasp. The devils eyes never left Creed.

The devil eyed him for some time more and lifted a rod to tap the jeweled end against one of his pointy canine teeth. After the silence became a little too oppressive the devil raised his eyebrows. "And why were you slaughtering my mortals half-breed? What did their deaths bring you?"

Creed didn't answer, instead choosing to smile and almost maniacal grin. His own overly-pointy canines betraying the precise thing he wanted to convey. The devils eyebrows lifted slightly. "Oh my, you truly are a half-breed aren't you". Without waiting for a response the devil stood and walked over, towering above Creeds frame. He looked down at the half-dhampir, half-fiend and looked at the tattoos adorning his skin. "The issue is, you owe me." he said, in no uncertain terms.

Creeds eyebrows shot up. He had expected death when he had been hauled in front of this being but now there might be some saving of his own skin. "And how do I pay off this debt?" His voice was rich and smooth, not too deep, nor high pitched.

"Well.." the devil spun on his heel and moved behind Creed and the two holding him. "That's what we need to decide." The devil inspected Creed like a prize mare "You owe me many lives but only have one to give. And you also need to prove your worth to me." Turning to a nearby Pit Fiend he commanded, "Bring it" to which the monstrosity moved off rapidly.

Creed and the devil inspected each other for a short while before the Pit Fiend returned with another prisoner in tow. Creed was then hauled to the edge of a pit and tossed from the top of the wall. He landed easily on his feet, not bothering with his wings. The other captive was dropped from the other side and a dome of energy swiftly covered the pit, trapping both inside.

The creature stood near 12ft tall and was grotesque. A pair of massive bat-like wings protruded from its back and Creed took special note of venom-dripping fangs and fearsome claws. He looked up, seeing the devil prince sitting on the edge of the pit nonchalantly twirling his rod and looking down with interest. At the confused look of Creed the being laughed, not an unpleasant sound, and shrugged. "You're supposed to kill it!" he cried, words full of mirth and the devils surrounding the pit cackled along with him.

At that, the demon roared and Creed stepped toward it, his body rippling and growing. A feral, slavering beast now launched itself at the demon and Creeds now imposing form slashed and cut the demon with steel-like claws. It gave as good as it got but Creed, his strength and power exuding from him swamped the other combatants raw power. The demon focused on an internal power but Creed slapped it, open handed and grabbed it behind the head with his clawed hand. He drew the demons head aside and sunk his now massive fangs into its neck. He hated feeding on these creatures but he knew his bite would work.

He ravaged the demon as he fed, claws from his hands and feet shredding the creatures tough hide. and still he drew upon the demons essence. Soon he felt it flagging and as he felt its breath leave its body he danced away, having felt the brunt of one of these explosions before and not wanting to revisit it. The explosion rocked the pit but he managed to get far enough away that the heat washed over him, ruffling his fur. As he looked down to inspect the damage the demon had wrought on him, the devils charming voice came from above.

"Very good. You now serve Asmodeus, Supreme Master of the Nine Hells"

 

 

W0LF

W0LF

Creed

Race: Half-Fiend Dhampir Shifter (LA+12)

Rough class idea: Looking at heading toward Weretouched Master

Medium (Outsider, Shapechanger, Monstrous Humanoid)


Side 1: Shifter 01https://i.pinimg.com/736x/86/21/b0/8621b050b7980b34ce750b53bd4e5e81--vampires-devil.jpg8c81574260529ee916ecb0d081457399.jpg
Side 2: Monk 01
Background: The Brute of Nessus
Deity: Asmodeus
Alignment: Neutral Evil
Gender: Male
Age: On the Prime 44yrs
Height: 5' 8"
Weight: 195 lbs.

Eyes: Yellow/Gold
Skin: Tanned with many tattoos & scars
Hair: Full head of white hair and white beard
Wings: Ash White

 

 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

Description: Though not tall, Creed is solid and bulky. He is darkly attractive and has as predatory gaze. He wears furs to cover his form and prefers more simple adornments. He has short cropped hair, cut with an odd shaped and very sharp knife. His beard is medium length and helps lend an air of age to otherwise youthful features. His body is covered in tattoos, these were once magical before the portal explosion. Normally he carries a knife, a staff and a satchel with simple gear but this is all gone now.

Personality: Creed is smart, calculating and extremely vicious. Often mistaken for a brute, Creed does nothing to dissuade those who think this. He is typically a loner but sees the value in teamwork. He has spent years in the court of Asmodeus, learning stratagems and craftiness from the King of Hell itself. Far from the simple killer he once was, Creed was chosen as a plant in the invasion to report back to his lord and carry out his wishes.

Background: Creed was born a killer by nature. He grew up with his clan near the settlement of Varna and from an early age the clan found his tendency toward cruelty disturbing. He would be overly forceful when playing with other children, often leading to disputes that he ended violently and he became ostracized within the clan as he aged due to many injuries among those he disagreed with. He was however a prodigy in the clan hierarchy through his shifting abilities. When the inevitable clashes with humans along the clan borders occurred, he was invaluable in protecting his people.

However there came a time when his nature overcame his mortality and his Sires fiendish and vampire heritage began to come to the fore. Instead of simply killing interlopers, Creed began to feast on them. He also began to develop wings and his features took on a more savage cast. The elders of the clan met to decide his fate and it was decided that he would be sent from the clan regardless of his prowess. Banished, Creed went into the wilds for a time where he grieved for his loss, but this soon turned to anger and hatred. Eventually he returned during a dark summer night to slaughter the entire clan.

Creed then made his way into Varna and became a terror in the streets during the night. His vampiric nature surfaced even more prominently and he lost himself, feeding on any he could hunt in the dark streets. But Varna was too small and soon he had to flee back into the wilds when house Vadalis began searching for him. Eventually he was caught by a cadre of druids who banished the creature he had become to the Nine Hells due to the many despicable deeds he had committed. He survived alone for some time on the lowest layer of Hell, stalking and feeding on any humanoids he could find. Eventually he took one victim too many and came to the notice of Asmodeus, who saw potential in the half-breed vampire/shifter and took him in.

He was tested of course.

Content

 

 

W0LF

W0LF

Name: Creed

Race: Half-Fiend Dhampir Shifter (LA+12)

Rough class idea: Looking at heading toward Weretouched Master

 

Race: Shifter
Medium
(Outsider, Shapechanger, Monstrous Humanoid)
Side 1: Shifter 01
Side 2: Monk 01
Background: The Brute of Nessus
Deity: Asmodeus
Alignment: Neutral Evil
Gender: Male, Age: On the Prime 44yrs
Height: 5' 8", Weight: 195 lbs.
Eyes: Yellow/Gold
Skin: Tanned with many tattoos & scars
Hair: Full head of white hair and white beard
Wings: Ash White
 
8c81574260529ee916ecb0d081457399.jpghttps://i.pinimg.com/736x/86/21/b0/8621b050b7980b34ce750b53bd4e5e81--vampires-devil.jpg

 

 

 

 

 

Description: Though not tall, Creed is solid and bulky. He is darkly attractive and has as predatory gaze. He wears furs to cover his form and prefers more simple adornments. He has short cropped hair, cut with an odd shaped and very sharp knife. His beard is medium length and helps lend an air of age to otherwise youthful features. His body is covered in tattoos, these were once magical before the portal explosion. Normally he carries a knife, a staff and a satchel with simple gear but this is all gone now.

Personality: Creed is smart, calculating and extremely vicious. Often mistaken for a brute, Creed does nothing to dissuade those who think this. He is typically a loner but sees the value in teamwork. He has spent years in the court of Asmodeus, learning stratagems and craftiness from the King of Hell itself. Far from the simple killer he once was, Creed was chosen as a plant in the invasion to report back to his lord and carry out his wishes.

Background: Creed was born a killer by nature. He grew up with his clan near the settlement of Varna and from an early age the clan found his tendency toward cruelty disturbing. He would be overly forceful when playing with other children, often leading to disputes that he ended violently and he became ostracized within the clan as he aged due to many injuries among those he disagreed with. He was however a prodigy in the clan hierarchy through his shifting abilities. When the inevitable clashes with humans along the clan borders occurred, he was invaluable in protecting his people.

However there came a time when his nature overcame his mortality and his Sires fiendish and vampire heritage began to come to the fore. Instead of simply killing interlopers, Creed began to feast on them. He also began to develop wings and his features took on a more savage cast. The elders of the clan met to decide his fate and it was decided that he would be sent from the clan regardless of his prowess. Banished, Creed went into the wilds for a time where he grieved for his loss, but this soon turned to anger and hatred. Eventually he returned during a dark summer night to slaughter the entire clan.

Creed then made his way into Varna and became a terror in the streets during the night. His vampiric nature surfaced even more prominently and he lost himself, feeding on any he could hunt in the dark streets. But Varna was too small and soon he had to flee back into the wilds when house Vadalis began searching for him. Eventually he was caught by a cadre of druids who banished the creature he had become to the Nine Hells due to the many despicable deeds he had committed. He survived alone for some time on the lowest layer of Hell, stalking and feeding on any humanoids he could find. Eventually he took one victim too many and came to the notice of Asmodeus, who saw potential in the half-breed vampire/shifter and took him in.

He was tested of course.

Content

 

 

W0LF

W0LF

8c81574260529ee916ecb0d081457399.jpgName: Creed

Race: Half-Fiend Dhampir Shifter (LA+12)

Rough class idea: Looking at heading toward Weretouched Master

 

Race: Shifter
Medium
(Outsider, Shapechanger, Monstrous Humanoid)
Side 1: Shifter 01
Side 2: Monk 01
Background: The Brute of Nessus
Deity: Asmodeus
Alignment: Neutral Evil
Gender: Male, Age: On the Prime 44yrs
Height: 5' 8", Weight: 195 lbs.
Eyes: Yellow/Gold
Skin: Tanned with many tattoos & scars
Hair: Full head of white hair and white beard
Wings: Ash White
 
 

 

 

 

 

 

 

Description: Though not tall, Creed is solid and bulky. He is darkly attractive and has as predatory gaze. He wears furs to cover his form and prefers more simple adornments. He has short cropped hair, cut with an odd shaped and very sharp knife. His beard is medium length and helps lend an air of age to otherwise youthful features. His body is covered in tattoos, these were once magical before the portal explosion. Normally he carries a knife, a staff and a satchel with simple gear but this is all gone now.

Personality: Creed is smart, calculating and extremely vicious. Often mistaken for a brute, Creed does nothing to dissuade those who think this. He is typically a loner but sees the value in teamwork. He has spent years in the court of Asmodeus, learning stratagems and craftiness from the King of Hell itself. Far from the simple killer he once was, Creed was chosen as a plant in the invasion to report back to his lord and carry out his wishes.

Background: Creed was born a killer by nature. He grew up with his clan near the settlement of Varna and from an early age the clan found his tendency toward cruelty disturbing. He would be overly forceful when playing with other children, often leading to disputes that he ended violently and he became ostracized within the clan as he aged due to many injuries among those he disagreed with. He was however a prodigy in the clan hierarchy through his shifting abilities. When the inevitable clashes with humans along the clan borders occurred, he was invaluable in protecting his people.

However there came a time when his nature overcame his mortality and his Sires fiendish and vampire heritage began to come to the fore. Instead of simply killing interlopers, Creed began to feast on them. He also began to develop wings and his features took on a more savage cast. The elders of the clan met to decide his fate and it was decided that he would be sent from the clan regardless of his prowess. Banished, Creed went into the wilds for a time where he grieved for his loss, but this soon turned to anger and hatred. Eventually he returned during a dark summer night to slaughter the entire clan.

Creed then made his way into Varna and became a terror in the streets during the night. His vampiric nature surfaced even more prominently and he lost himself, feeding on any he could hunt in the dark streets. But Varna was too small and soon he had to flee back into the wilds when house Vadalis began searching for him. Eventually he was caught by a cadre of druids who banished the creature he had become to the Nine Hells due to the many despicable deeds he had committed. He survived alone for some time on the lowest layer of Hell, stalking and feeding on any humanoids he could find. Eventually he took one victim too many and came to the notice of Asmodeus, who saw potential in the half-breed vampire/shifter and took him in.

He was tested of course.

Asmodeus had Creed battle a captured Balor, the winner promised freedom of a sort. The Balor would get to return to the hosts of the demons, Creed would gain employment as one of a select few enforcers of Asmodeus' will. Creed proceeded to beat the creature down, draining it until it was so weak that it was unable to fight back. He then ripped the jaw off of the Tanar'ri general with pure physical force and slipped away from the ensuing explosion.

 

 

W0LF

W0LF

8c81574260529ee916ecb0d081457399.jpgName: Creed

Race: Half-Fiend Dhampir Shifter (LA+12)

Rough class idea: Looking at heading toward Weretouched Master

 

Race: Shifter
Medium
(Outsider, Shapechanger, Monstrous Humanoid)
Side 1: Shifter 01
Side 2: Monk 01
Background: The Brute of Nessus
Deity: Asmodeus
Alignment: Neutral Evil
Gender: Male, Age: On the Prime 44yrs
Height: 5' 8", Weight: 195 lbs.
Eyes: Yellow/Gold
Skin: Tanned with many tattoos & scars
Hair: Full head of white hair and white beard
Wings: Ash White
 
 

 

 

 

 

 

 

Description: Though not tall, Creed is solid and bulky. He is darkly attractive and has as predatory gaze. He wears furs to cover his form and prefers more simple adornments. He has short cropped hair, cut with an odd shaped and very sharp knife. His beard is medium length and helps lend an air of age to otherwise youthful features. His body is covered in tattoos, these were once magical before the portal explosion. Normally he carries a knife, a staff and a satchel with simple gear but this is all gone now.

Personality: Creed is smart, calculating and extremely vicious. Often mistaken for a brute, Creed does nothing to dissuade those who think this. He is typically a loner but sees the value in teamwork. He has spent years in the court of Asmodeus, learning stratagems and craftiness from the King of Hell itself. Far from the simple killer he once was, Creed was chosen as a plant in the invasion to report back to his lord and carry out his wishes.

Background: Creed was born a killer by nature. He grew up with his clan near the settlement of Varna and from an early age the clan found his tendency toward cruelty disturbing. He would be overly forceful when playing with other children, often leading to disputes that he ended violently and he became ostracized within the clan as he aged due to many injuries among those he disagreed with. He was however a prodigy in the clan hierarchy through his shifting abilities. When the inevitable clashes with humans along the clan borders occurred, he was invaluable in protecting his people.

However there came a time when his nature overcame his mortality and his Sires fiendish and vampire heritage began to come to the fore. Instead of simply killing interlopers, Creed began to feast on them. He also began to develop wings and his features took on a more savage cast. The elders of the clan met to decide his fate and it was decided that he would be sent from the clan regardless of his prowess. Banished, Creed went into the wilds for a time where he grieved for his loss, but this soon turned to anger and hatred. Eventually he returned during a dark summer night to slaughter the entire clan.

Creed then made his way into Varna and became a terror in the streets during the night. His vampiric nature surfaced even more prominently and he lost himself, feeding on any he could hunt in the dark streets. But Varna was too small and soon he had to flee back into the wilds when house Vadalis began searching for him. Eventually he was caught by a cadre of druids who banished the creature he had become to the Nine Hells due to the many despicable deeds he had committed. He survived alone for some time on the lowest layer of Hell, stalking and feeding on any humanoids he could find. Eventually he took one victim too many and came to the notice of Asmodeus, who saw potential in the half-breed vampire/shifter and took him in.

He was tested of course.

Asmodeus had Creed battle a captured Balor, the winner promised freedom of a sort. The Balor would get to return to the hosts of the demons, Creed would gain employment as one of a select few enforcers of Asmodeus' will. Creed proceeded to beat the creature down, draining it until it was so weak that it was unable to fight back. He then ripped the jaw off of the Tanar'ri general with pure physical force and slipped away from the ensuing explosion.

 

 

W0LF

W0LF

8c81574260529ee916ecb0d081457399.jpgName: Creed

Race: Half-Fiend Dhampir Shifter (LA+12)

Rough class idea: Looking at heading toward Weretouched Master

 

Race: Shifter
Medium
(Outsider, Shapechanger, Monstrous Humanoid)
Side 1: Shifter 01
Side 2: Monk 01
Background: The Brute of Nessus
Deity: Asmodeus
Alignment: Lawful Evil
Gender: Male, Age: On the Prime 44yrs
Height: 5' 8", Weight: 195 lbs.
Eyes: Yellow/Gold
Skin: Tanned with many tattoos & scars
Hair: Full head of white hair and white beard
Wings: Ash White
 
 

 

 

 

 

 

 

Description: xxx

Personality: xxx

Background: Creed was born a killer. banished to the Nine Hells due to many despicable deeds. He survived alone for some time, feeding on any humanoids he could find. Eventually he came to the notice of Asmodeus who saw potential in the half-breed and took him in.

 

 

 

W0LF

W0LF

Post Holder as it's late and I'm old.

 

Name: Creed

Race: Half-Fiend Dhampir Shifter (LA+12)

Rough class idea: Looking at heading toward Weretouched Master, maybe monk/cleric/enlightened fist/Weretouched Master?

 

 

8c81574260529ee916ecb0d081457399.jpg

 

Creed was banished to the Nine Hells due to many despicable deeds. He survived alone for some time, feeding on any humanoids he could find. Eventually he came to the notice of Asmodeus who saw potential in the half-breed and took him in. Inspo image above

 

 

 

W0LF

W0LF

Post Holder as it's late and I'm old.

 

Name: Creed

Race: Half-Fiend Dhampir Shifter (LA+12)

Rough class idea: Looking at heading toward Weretouched Master, maybe monk/cleric/enlightened fist/Weretouched Master?

 

 

8c81574260529ee916ecb0d081457399.jpg

 

Creed was banished to the Nine Hells due to many despicable deeds. He survived alone for some time, feeding on any humanoids he could find. Eventually he came to the notice of Asmodeus who saw potential in the half-breed and took him in. Inspo image below

 

 

 

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