| Name | Thesus Riom |
| Age | 26 |
| Species | Human |
| Gender | Male |
| Parents | ... |
| Siblings | None |
| Description | Thesus is a tall man with darker skin and deep brown hair. He is athletically built, though you wouldn't think he could lift an elephant with one hand just by looking at him. He prefers earth-tone colors in the styles of his home city, despite having burned it to the ground several years ago. Thesus trails an unholy green glow when he exerts his demonicly-driven powers, and other demonic features have manifested on him during his time interacting with the creatures - namely sharp fangs, enlongated claw-like nails through which he can inject highly corrosive acid, and an acidic green glow to his eyes. |
| Personality | Looks are deceiving. In many senses. Despite his exterior, Thesus is a rather frightening individual. He murders people just to leave behind a trail to attract someone more challenging as an opponent. He revels in mass destruction, and routinely indulges in as many illegal activities as he is able at the time. Despite this, he is delightfully adept at working with others, whether he tricks them into it, or genuinely gets along with them. Having felt disillusioned by his 'original existence', his primary goal at current is to sculpt his homeworld into a facsimile of hell itself, that the 'normal people' might enjoy it as much as he has. He also occasionally enjoys flower arranging. (Even more so if the flowers are carnivorous and prefer human flesh.) |
| Notes | Thesus hails from a world where spirits and demons are very real and very active. In fact, he has a sort of working arrangement with a number of the latter, and actually lives in that world's equivalent of 'hell' during some parts of the year. His pacts manifest a number of disturbing abilities which he is not shy of using - including but definately not limited to the manipulation of acid, the corrosion of holy objects and light-based magics simply in his presence, and enhanced physical strength and mental fortitude. He actually carries a living demon with him at all times - a strange creature that could be a cross between a spider and a cricket, if it weren't the size of a football. This being has its own name - Kahss - and actually dwells in Thesus' stomach. It devours all impure substances, so ingested poisons, including alcohol, do not work on him. It also has the ability to manipulate flesh, and can 'swim' through Thesus' body and even heal him or physically alter him if needed. |
| "So, let me see if I have all this straight." The young man leaned back in his seat, ticking off a few points on his fingers. "You resemble one of the lesser elemental dragons, but you are not. You are not any other type of spirit, nor are you a demon or a creation of the underworld, and you are not a behemoth from the deep Wyld. You have appeared here, apparently in search of me, as I seem to meet some criteria of yours for a task I know nothing about, save that you have indicated something about other dragons or powerful spirits." Thesus stroked his chin, eyes towards ceiling of the small tea shop where the conversation was taking place. "I should hope you will not think ill of it, if I refrain from mentioning specifics." Phlegethon cleared his throat. "I would not wish you to be offended at my opinions of you, regardless of how accurate they might be." "Yes, well, I hear quite a number of opinions on a regular basis. 'You bastard, you killed my daughter!' 'That monster burned our house down!' 'No, lord, spare us!' 'AAAUUUUGGGGHHHHH!'" Thesus smiled, then reconsidered. ".....I suppose that last one is less an opinion and more a cry of agony leading into a death rattle, but close enough." "Well, given all that, I think you'd be quite splendid." Thesus sipped his tea. "The results might be catastrophic." Phlegethon smiled. "Oh, in this case, I do hope so." The young man raised an eyebrow, but said nothing, not quite catching the pun, for lack of details. "I suppose we should be off then. It should be entertaining." He kicked himself back into a proper sitting position before standing, leaving a few coins on the table for his tea, and then trailing behind the Seeker as they left. Glancing back, he took one last look as the small tea shop nestled quiet and serene on the edge of the road, now filled with the bloody, mangled bodies of patrons and servers alike - and set it ablaze before disappearing. | |
| Standing At | The Twisted Fate |