Galdan Shalath

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• Vital Stats

  • Name: Galdan Shalath
  • Gender: Male
  • Race: Demon Incubus
  • Alignment: Chaotic Neutral
  • Age: 300
  • Body Type: Muscular
  • Height: 7" 6'
  • Weight: 400 lb
  • Hair: Black
  • Eyes: Acidic Yellow-green
  • Handedness: right

• Description

  The air was singed with a persistent heat and the scent of brimstone as he appeared, his thick leathery wings flapping gently to keep him hanging off the ground. Just behind his four horns he had a long and thick mane of abyss black hair that reached just past his shoulders. From the bottom of his horns to the top of the claws on his feet, he was covered in blood-red scales that looked as though they could take on the worst of modern weapons fire and were painted over in places with arcane markings and runes. Muscle bulged from from every scale-covered part of him. Though he was clad in what looked like a leather loincloth, It did nothing to hide that massive black and barbed third leg that threatened to torture any woman he came in contact with into an orgasm and cum induced coma. Most would freeze when he turned to them- his hell fire eyes fondling one's soul until they tried to bargain with him to stop. Was he summoned? Was he sent? Who could tell, but to get him tamed one would need a knowledge of dark magic and his name... if they could survive him long enough.[Shapeshifter]

• Biography

  300 years ago, a hopeless romantic warlock put together a spell that would make him an irresistible ladies man in the hopes of gaining the one thing that eluded him in all of his years messing around with magic- love. Instead, the warlock was fused with the powers of some of the most powerful demons from hell and the hunger for the souls of women and their lust.
  In time, the fledgling demon became aware of his own lustful needs and his hunger for more power- and how the two could make him a force beyond what most holy orders could manage to control. Once he'd reached his second century of age, Galdan completely forgot who he had been before and was only interested in satisfying his hungers and hearing the screams of women begging him to fuck them senseless, breeding with them to raise armies of imps whose existence on the mortal plain added to his own power.
  When the day came that the demons of hell wanted to recruit him, they could only bow- he was at a level where he could take the devil's throne and change how it was kept. He decided to turn it into a place where all the sinful desires of man could be realized, a rival destination to heaven.
  
  Now, placing the strongest and eldest of his many sons in his throne to keep the order he established, the demon seeks to fill a new hunger. A hunger that was forgotten since he was born 300 years ago...