Crumbli
the Tea Time Tyrant
- Name: Mammon ‘the confused’ Decorva.
Age: 83
Gender: Male.
Species/Race: Demon, Incubus half-cast.
Kingdom of Origin: Dark kingdom, living in the Principality of Oceanius.
Occupation: Full time blackscale, part time busker.
Alignment: Lawful evil. - Appearance:
Feminine. Born of a fiend and a incubus, he was blessed with the most physically appealing characteristics of both. He has the large horns, tail and tainted red skin of a fiend, and the bone structure and gentleness of his incubus father. His skin is smooth to the touch and is free of blemishes. His long black hair is straight and appears healthy no matter the weather or duration between bathing. He stands at 6’3 and has a fairly slender frame.
Personality:
Mammon was ridiculed for most of his normal life and became rather uncaring because of it. He developed a passion for hunting other demons and finds most of his satisfaction to come from ‘the hunt’, something he can no longer participate in while he’s in service as a blackscale serf.
He’s loyal to contracts and oaths, seeing them as the only things in the world that mean anything. People come and go and he’s quick to befriend them, but slow to actually care for them. It’s not out of character for him to actively state his despise for someone behind their back and the only thing he seems to protect is the masculinity of high heeled shoes.
History/Bio:
Mammon was born in the grey regions deemed the borders of modern day blakkfiah territory and the nation of darkness. The region at the time was heavily populated by demons and liches with only smatterings of vampiric, human and orkish groups. Regardless, he was among the majority there. It may be expected that members of a community’s majority would live an easier life but that didn’t prove to be the case for Mammon.
Mammon aged as all demons do but once he was older, he started to receive mixed comments about his appearance. He was often struck by the other less tame demons of his home town and bombarded with the insults to his masculinity. In a desperate attempt to fit in he turned to what most other masculine members of his town wore. They often wore flowing or revealing garments with heeled shoes. He quickly followed behind them in fashion. Unfortunately by the time his father could afford a pair of heeled shoes, they’d become a woman’s article of footwear and he was left in women’s shoes.
When he reached the age of seventeen he’d had enough of his home town. He said farewell to his father and was off to yonder valley. Packing nothing but a sword, the clothes on his back and an ambition to be something. He made his way north just a touch and sold his services to local orks. What those services were he’d soon discover but as of now he needed a living. Orks of small hill clans enlisted him to sing and dance for them, while others wanted him to fight for their amusement. Much to his dismay, and theirs as he wore heels during most fights, he wasn’t completely awful.
The orks grew less amused and more impressed with him. They decided to amuse them he’d need to go and locate a rival leader in a neighbouring hill tribe. After a short amount of time, he tracked the ork down and engaged him in open and fair combat. He almost died. At the last second, with the axe only a few inches away from him, he begged to be spared and offered to sell out the other tribe’s weaknesses. The ork chief wasn’t stupid nor was he cruel. His axe collided with the dirt and he used Mammon as a scout.
Mammon fulfilled his duties to the chief for a long while after. The tribe was heavy handed and often mistreated him but they still gave him teef for singing to them and taught him how to defend himself. It was something he couldn’t learn quite so safely on his own. Once he hit the ripe old age of 24 his magic began to bloom as he explored more of his abilities, and the ork chief abhorred magic. He kicked Mammon out of the tribe and told him to find his own way in life without their help.
He wandered the Blakkfiah lands, selling his services once again to the highest bidder but as time progressed the desire for a bard or companion was greatly reduced. He was mostly hired as an assassin. This irked him at first but the more he did it, the less it got to him. His magic was harnessed in these years and his equipment improved through a mix of looting and buying. But as time continued even further, he noticed the risks got higher and higher. He was hired to kill demons mostly. Influential demons.
He’d get upset over these contracts. Not at the fact he had to kill his own kind, but the fact he didn’t care about them until he could feel the rush of battle consume him. Fighting sword to sword with a fellow demon, as they spat curses in his direction and called him a traitor, it got him fired up like nothing else. But again, time cleansed that too. A new nation was forged and his desire to hunt demons became increasingly controlling. All other races lost their importance short of orks. Humans were predictable and simple, elves were too cowardly and rare, liches were too frail once up close, lycans were like dogs, but demons never changed. They always birthed a thrill for the hunt deep inside him.
However this thrill meant nothing when he was comparing it to dying. He loved hunting but he did it for a living. At the end of the day, living was more important and so he fled. He packed his bags and took a contract in the distant principalities of Oceanius. He knew they made wine and that they were far enough away not to be a threat.
On his sail over there he passed numbers of barges and military warships, all sporting different banners and often firing at one another in the distance. It scared him. He didn’t want to die, especially not out at sea. Most of the trip he spent lying beneath sheets and waiting to be told he could set foot on land. Eventually, he could.
The ship docked at Argos and he was gone. He had a contract to fill. He’d get more details once there. He was employed by a scheming noble who wanted to learn of a secret recipe used to make the ‘number une wine in all of Linhael.’ A few days in a one way cart and three broken fingers later, he got the information he needed.
He turned over the information, got his reward and then found himself a new contract. It didn’t take him long to earn the attention of the law. While he did take breaks between each contract, he was still considered a problem. Breaking noses, fingers, arms and removing nails wasn’t something the authorities took kindly to.
They located him due to his very distinguishable appearance and sent him to the gaols. He didn’t spend long there, instead making his way out to fulfil another contract. If there was one thing he promised himself to do, it was to never leave a contract unfilled. This escape from the gaols and dedication to fulfil a meaningless contract over an unpaid bar fee earned a small bit of talk in the streets. He was caught again and gaoled. He’d escape two more times on his own, each time returning to his favoured bar before eventually serving his sentence.
The fourth time he was freed from these bars was during the great peace. He was only in there for three years and the fact he hadn’t starved was what impressed the guards the most. A group of men known as the blackscales came in and asked for his premature release. The guards were quick to permit it. They pried him from his cell and took him away. As they walked he managed to persuade them to stop off for a drink first where he’d be able to reclothe himself in a set of spares he’d left at the bar. He was amazed they hadn’t discarded the clothes to which he was reminded of the fact he’d paid for the room for another two years.
He rejoined the blackscales who knew he wouldn’t get far if he tried to run, now dressed in heels, an asymmetrical skirt, and a matching cream shirt where they promptly shook their heads in disappointment. They loaded him onto a cart where they rode all the way to the capital city of Markova.
He was taken before the leader of the blackscales where he was confronted about his crimes. He said he wanted to attone for his past misdeeds so long as he didn’t have to stop doing them. Impressed by his confidence and amused by his choice of clothes, he was offered a deal of eternal service to the blackscales in exchange for a clean history of criminal records. He accepted.
He assumed he’d be working as many of the other blackscales, hunting down criminals and bringing them ‘to justice’ but instead he had to perform menial tasks. He passed all aspects of the physical exams and surpassed those that involved long distance running, but still found himself performing more domestic duties with the order.
Insults and abuse from fellow blackscales are common these days but he feels he can’t leave without being hunted down and killed. They provided him with new equipment and his love for life exceeds his desire to enjoy it. Because of this he waits patiently in between errands and the likes for his chance to return to what he’s good at. - Equipment:
- Armour: A mix of chain mail, leather and thick cloth help to form his armour. While true his clothes vary for different situations, he will almost always have it consist of these three materials. Occasionally forgoing the chain mail.
- Weaponry: For the situations requiring a personal touch, Mammon carries six daggers and a well crafted sabre. The daggers are designed to be thrown but can function efficiently as a melee weapon as well. For the situations where he requires a more distant approach, he has a repeater crossbow sourced directly from the principality of Oceanius.
Abilities:
- (Trained) Expert swordsman - Having roamed the blakkfiah expanses as a sellsword, he was able to refine his abilities with a large number of weapons. The most common was the sword. He is familiar with sabres, longswords, and rapiers.
- (Trained) Skilled marksman - Not a bad shot but far from the best. Mammon is skilled with a bow, preferring to use crossbows for their practicality and simple nature.
- (Trained) Skilled musician - Mammon loves the drums and panflute. He often carries at least one of these two musical items on him at all times and has been known to busk around the streets of Markova for fun.
- (Trained) Flexible - Both literally and metaphorically, he makes sure to keep himself fit and limber. He can move himself into fairly unnatural positions. He’s also not fixed to a rigid structure to get a task done, so much as he is sworn to complete the task he was assigned.
- (Trained) Agile - Quick on his feet and in a fight, Mammon relies on being able to move to fight. He’s agile as are many others in the field of mercenary work, and finds himself
- (Magic) Night’s embrace - Shrouded in a cloak of literal darkness, Mammon is granted the ability to become ‘invisible’ to the naked eye. He leaves no footprints, makes no sound, and appears only when he has a direct interaction with another person.
- (Magic) Hymn of dusk - By singing, no matter the song, he can enchant those around him. He has two distinct types. The first of the two is to seduce his audience into a sense of relaxation, calming their nerves and provoking sleep. The second is to inspire them with extreme passion, often of a violent nature.
- (Magic) Touch of the Incubi - A charming spell cast in a number of ways. Most casting forms are physical including a well placed kiss, a gentle stroke, or a passionate head pat. Staring into his eyes can also elicit the cast. After the spell is cast, the victim will offend find themselves at his mercy or very whim. It can be used to inflict terror, distract, persuade, and even for his own personal amusement.
- (Magic) Drain essence - By holding the victim, it is said that an incubus can drain the very essence from their prey. This is not folklore but fact. Mammon has the ability to drain the essence of his victim so long as their skin touches. If there is no skin being shown from either party or he's holding onto armour, the draining abilities are next to nonexistent.
- (Natural) Vocal manipulation - While all races can make voices, the abilities of the incubus far exceed those of other races, excluding the succubus. Mammon is capable of mimicry. While a natural ability he has further refined it to be near flawless.
- (Natural) Long tail - If ever the thought, “How does he run across roof tops in six inch heels?” crossed your mind, this might help to answer it. His tail can act as a counter weight and helps him to keep his balance. On his heels he will often wave his tail up and down depending on his position Additionally it can be used as a weapon but isn’t the most effective or practical.
- (Natural) Incubus pheromones - A typical trait of most Incubi, these pheromones help attract women with or without the conscious attempts of the demon.
- (Natural) Fiendish strength - Mammon inherited supernatural strength from his mother, the fiend. As is common among their kind he has the physical prowess to overpower most humans and is on par with most dwarves in terms of raw power.
- (Natural) Burning skin - His skin is warm to the touch. The burning aspect however comes from its ability to greatly diminish the physical harm done to him when it comes in contact with flames. If ever he were to be subject to life threatening burning, it’s unlike he’d burn to death but it’s highly likely he’d suffocate from fumes like anyone else.