Frost DemonOriginal Race:
Caucasian HumanOriginal sub-race:
Unknown, he was born in the time of the ancients.Original Age:
22 December (~winter solstice)Star Sign:
Sagittarius – the archerHeight:
211 CM / ~7'4" (?)Weight:
100KG / ~220 poundsHandedness: Cross-handed
(mix of left and right-handed, but not interchangeable like ambidextrous)Theme song: "Love Like Winter"
Alchemist / Offensive mageWeapon Set:
N/A (uses a unique weapon)Alignment:
Demon Hordes – co-leader
Dark Colossus – neutral
Human/oid world – enemyDescription:Original appearance:"Winter Prince"
by PegahoulCurrent appearance:"Ice Demon"
Suldaris is an average height for a demon, standing at an imposing 2.1 metres. His skin is the colour of the coldest winter, cooler than ice but somehow not frozen solid or frostbitten. A deep set grey eye is visible through the part in his waist-length silver-blue hair.
His deep blue robe flows loosely over his body, and completely covers his single wing upon the left of his back. Though none ever see this wing, it's shape strongly resembles that of a dragon's.
Waist-downwards is garbed by trousers of an equal hue of his cloak, Baggy at the thighs, but tighter around the calves and knees to ensure his shin armour is secure. A black symbol emblazoned upon both knee sections of his armour reads "chill of the void" in demon-speak. This legging armour is secured by straps of yeti leather, the only organic material that can stand the harsh demands of this wearer. Blue Mithril vambraces encompass his forearms, permanently drenched and dripping with condensation.
A triade of necklaces encircle Suldaris's neck, the last remaining sentiment within his frozen heart being bound to these mementos.Personality:
To call him cold would be both a bad pun and a sad understatement. What he once knew as emotion has been wrought from his very soul, leaving a creature twisted by the void left in their place. He will never hesitate in battle, regardless of whatever he may be facing as part of his curse - man, woman, beast or child means nothing to his heart of the glaciers.
With only coldness inside and outside, Suldaris has no reason to act in any way that would usually make one feel happy, and thus can seem arrogant, yet he is also an extremely clear thinker with no pointless sentiments to cloud his judgement. At times, he may seem to be lapsing out of his haze of cold behaviour by acting almost friendly, but such occourances are purely a result of him acting "normal" in order to gain trust of his allies. Sometimes, Suldaris might even fake a laugh in order to unnerve his foes to make them easier to destroy, but will never smile.Faith:
As with the majority of the demon horde, Suldaris is empowered by Left-hand path
beliefs that are considered "evil" by the majority of non-members, as their values are in complete opposition. Indulgence over pointless abstinence, pride over unneeded humility, vengeance over ineffective "justice". The main ideal of Suldaris's faith involves the idea that one should return equally both favour and spite - an ideal that ultimately drove him to bring his armies from the underplane in order to avenge the death of Denjess.
As with many left-path followers, Suldaris adopted these philosophies partially as a way to spite the opposing beliefs that destroyed him and his family - resulting in his need to destroy his own vainly alchemy-phobic village. He also experienced first-hand that deities and the belief in them caused more suffering than they were worth (less than nothing in his eye), and felt that forging material power within oneself was a worthy alternative to the vain search for divine powers that didn't even exist.History:Part one: Fall from ice
Born to a family of utmost fanaticism to their archaic religion, Suldaris was raised with methods beyond what could be considered "healthily conservative" in a village far to the south named Damaris - where the rivers were replaced by glaciers, and rain by snow. Outside influences were few and far between, and this was fine to the citizens who were oddly happy within their remote town.
As soon as he could barely utter his first few words, he was forced to pray to the gods his still developing mind struggled to comprehend, in order to protect him from the countless 'evils' that seemed to permeate this world.
One such evil was that of Alchemy.
At the tender age of barely three, he was taken to the town square to witness a ritual that had been carried out for generations. Suspected alchemists were tested brutally in ways which Suldaris could have never imagined. Torches were shoved upon the backs of those accused of fire alchemy, 'water alchemists' were submerged in the icy waters, and those who were unlucky enough to be accused of the earth variety of this 'evil' were buried alive. It was similar to the act of witch-hunting in other regions some time back, in that if they could survive these brutalities they were 'proved' to be alchemists, and were subsequently lynched.
This particular time someone had claimed his mother was an 'aqua daemon', a derogatory term for those gifted with water alchemy. And thus, Suldaris's mother was submerged before the village, including her wailing son. Subsequent dunks failed to driver her to the admission the clergy demanded as Suldaris screamed for his mummy.
Finally, they dunked her for one more time before an explosion of the ice cold water shook the crowd as Suldaris screamed once again. This display of alchemy was the proof that was being seeked, and the hapless woman was subsequently murdered. It was not her alchemy that had caused it however.
Suldaris grew to the age of fifteen without any persecution. The village had naturally assumed that the outburst was the responsibility of his late mother. They were as foolish as they were old-fashioned. All this time he had secretly been practising his 'evil' craft, and employing it to aid other 'daemons' to escape persecution with any number of ingenious methods, ranging from creating watery doubles for the persecuted while they escaped, to making some kind of distraction with his honed alchemical skills.
One summer day however, his father of all people discovered him practising his alchemy by using it to pull fish helplessly towards his nets with aqua-kinesis. Unaware of his situation, he continued using the 'evil arts' to walk across the frigid water as if it were frozen like during the black winters.
With a blood-curdling shriek, his father drew his blade and began to charge for his son with his sole aim to destroy the 'evil' he once loved with his entire heart.
A tear rolling down his cheek as the realisation struck, Suldaris raised his hand for his fathers face and whispered an incantation. A stalactite of ice blinked into existence and was hurled through the man's head, killing him instantly.
He had been wondering for so long just how deep rooted this insanity towards ones like him, even ones simply accused of being like him really was. He got his answer.
It was the last straw for Suldaris. He couldn't bear this sick and tyrannical society any more. With all the power of his Alchemy, he knew he could do unto them what they had done unto so many like him. They would not hurt another alchemist. Not while he lived. Not as his heart froze into a crystal of bitterness. "No, never again!"
Suldaris was struck by innumerable attacks of relentless ferocity as he tore through the place he had never been able to call his home with cacophonies of water, fuelled by bitter rage and embodied desire for revenge. His brethren, his mother, HIM! All were to be slain by the people of this twisted town that even the summer could not thaw.
He fell to his knees as he tossed an icy javelin through the heart of the last remaining child of the village, blood dripping from his many wounds, only to freeze solid immediately upon impact with the sub-zero ground. They were dead... "Every... single... ONE OF THEM" Suldaris shouted with delirious admiration of his feat.
"Never... again" He spoke softly, his strength flowing from his body as he fell to the bloodied ground, dying. "they wont hurt us... again..."Part Two: Rise to winter
His prowess was not unnoticed. His bitterness was not ignored. His actions were not forgotten.
The darkest lord of the underplane summoned the twisted one of winter's heart before him, and, somewhat impressed by the achievement of this mortal to bring so many dark souls into his grasp, granted him the honour of being reborn into a demon of icy power. How could Suldaris refuse the offer of more power when power was one of the very few things that he cared about any more?
The fountain Of Lights, and the gems wrought from its waters were gifts from the gods of Dark Forest, bestowed upon the mortals so they could use the power within to seal away the Dark Colossus. However, after they had done this, it became apparent that such powerful items were not safe within the grasp of such worthless creatures, as they began to fight over control of these precious artifacts. Realising their own folly and unworthiness, the mortals abandoned the gods who had burdened them with such maddening powers, and now turned to the underplane for salvation.
Along with eight other twisted beings, Suldaris was remade, perfected as an embodiment of the power of the grand Sapphire. He and his brethren were tasked with guarding the gems from the unworthy until the Dark Colossus walked the earth once more. With his dragonic wing, demonic stature and veins flowing with liquefied nitrogen, Suldaris was now sealed away to guard this piece of rock from any who would want it's power.
He spent countless years... decades... centuries... millennia... training all alone within his frozen shrine, awaiting the approach of any who would try and rob him of his power, and awaiting the day when the colossus arose once more, as that would signal his time to rise from his cold haze and perform his duty to the demonic realm. Because, the dark lands had their own reasons for "aiding" the worthless mortals.
By sending nine of the most powerful demon lords into Dark Forest, the demonic world had a foot in the door of this land. And when a suitable amount of chaos arose, they would be able to march upon this world with unchecked wrath. A suitable amount of chaos like... The Dark Colossus.Part Three: Broken chill
Sure enough... The Dark Colossus awoke near the middle of the second age, destroying innumerable lives and livelihoods. And then, the heroes of the world began seeking ways to defend their beloved world. They discovered the legend of the gems, and seeked out the demon lords. Denjess, the demon of volcanic fury, and only demon lord who had awoken at that stage, fell prey to his own foolishness and died at the hands of a powerful archmage - without alerting his brethren, or opening the hell's gate as he was meant to.
Meanwhile, the Dark Colossus was lured into the Storm of Gravija, and became entrapped in that storm of magics until near the end of the third age, when it finally broke free once more. Feeling the void of Denjess, and the return of the Colossus within the demon ether, Suldaris stood to his feet as he received order from the dark realm. It was time...
Suldaris left his lair within the everfrost of Damaris Peak, and seeked out his brother in demonhood, Elmyer. After arriving at his home amongst the ruins of the depleted Fountain of lights, Suldaris informed Elmyer of the recent events, and implored his help in opening the hell's gate. Together, they returned to Akara, city of demons, and the former site of the short-lived demon empire of
Waugriff. After decimating two of the land's greatest warriors and their companions, the blood pact was performed, shattering the site of Akara's black cathedral, and tearing open the hell's gate in it's place.
"Brother... we have succeeded. You may derive happiness from such an event, if you so desire, but I shall instead only feel a cold satisfaction."
Suldaris instantly became a high officer in the new Demonic Order, his emotionless tactics and skills making him perfect for both helping to lead a war machine, and destroying the enemies of himself and his overlords. He rapidly gained a reputation as a true monster amongst the humans, and a dire enemy amongst the undead, and for twenty years he tore his way across the battlefields leaving nothing but frost and blight in his wake. But even after half a decade, the world still wasn't in the dominion of his bretheren.
Patches of resistance stood firm against the demonic horde. Lady Selindis and her militia, of the impenetrable Guardian's Fortress in Iridian. Lord Zaleran of the mighty new Zaleran empire. And Ezekiel, lord of the undead, and his unbreakable stronghold of Necronus. These were three of the greatest threats to the demon horde's domination of this world. And it seemed that as the new age approached, the upcoming battle with them could end up being the difference between the victory they deserved, and an unimaginable defeat...Written by:RealmKnight