Name:
Vantioch

Gender:
Unknown

Race:
Demon Leader

Appearance:
http://www.forgeworld.co.uk/Images/Product/AlternativeFW/large/btp1.jpg

Abilities:
Bash: Leaps up using his Wings, then crashes onto the floor, inflicting a Heavy Stun AoE.
Gravelord: A Mighty 1-Handed Axe, Dealing Pierce / Shadow Damage. Can only sweep or bring overhead, both of which are very slow.
Torment: A Whip that allows him to draw enemies toward him. Pulls a single enemy to within melee range.
Roar: Bellows a Mighty Roar, inspiring fear into all nearby Knights, and giving a very short buff to his own attack.
Blood-Lust: When he is wounded, his Blood Absorbs back into Vantioch's Flesh acting like a Combat Drug, giving him a buff to his Attack Strength & Attack Speed. The deeper the wound, the greater the buff.

Personality: Very Short Temper, Always shouts what he says. Has a Huge Ego even amongst Demons. Announces everything in 3rd Person. Has an insatiable lust for Blood & Battle, and calls it "The Natural High that envies the gods themselves". Has no Patience. Very rarely listens to the other leaders if told to fall back or pull away from a fight. Is considered tempremental, even mad by his cohorts and any who know him.

Biography: Vantioch was fidgeting, his claws scratching at his skin as the enticement for battle seemed at hand, and the anticipation for it was unbearable for him. He loved nothing more than to hear the laments of fear and mercy of his enemies, as he washed their souls away with a river of red. Not many know of Vantioch's powers, simply to do with the fact of the lack of survivors to tell tales of encounters with the Blood-Frienzied Lord.

Vantioch looked at both of his Cohorts, clicking his neck and other joints, loosening up for any battle. He was about to scream when he muffled himself with one hand. The lust for battle was killing him, so to help ease the pain, he quickly grasped one of the minions following suit behind & around the Lords. It squealed as it popped, and black tainted blood sprayed up Vantioch's arm. He sighed in relief as the liquid dripped from his fingers and the drained corpse. The Demon Lord yawned deeply, eating whole the minion's husk as he did so and stretched out his limbs. Then a little itch began on his shoulder. It'd be another 20 mins or so before it became unbearable again.

Name : Empyrea

Gender : Female

Race : Demon (Lord - Class)

Appearance :

http://static1.wikia.nocookie.net/__cb20121216001353/typemoon/images/f/f...

Abilities :

Flight - Sprouts a pair of black feathery wings from her back, allowing her to take flight. Helm Guards will activate and appear, and her greaves and boots are given a talon-like appearance, as though she were a Hawk. Longest period of flight she can do without expending too much energy is for half a minute. Extending beyond that will slowly drain her health. Also increases melee damage (given how she's using her talons and gravity to add more force)

Theta - Allows her to enter an ultra-focused, body-straining state that increases her speed and attack exponentially. Attacks damage her twice as much, though, and she becomes blinded to most colors (makes it hard for her to distinct from certain attacks and so forth).

Blood of the Innocents - Her hands become dripping wet with her blood. Contact with weapons will make weapons become heavier to hold, and armor becomes grimy and hard to move in. Takes a minor part of health out of her.

Iron Feathers - Tosses feathers as if they were knives. They do little damage, but if not blocked properly can stick onto flesh and tear the body as time goes on. Some feathers go deep. Using this while flying deals more damage with an AoE same size as Ironech Destroyer.

Riposte - Deflects a melee attack and returns with a powerful strike using a different limb. Deals less damage, but pushes the enemy back.

Overcast - In Empyrea's shadow, the air becomes dry, hot, and dead. It gives a feeling of discouragement and lethargy.

Personality : A businesswoman, most would say, would summarize her. She does everything for the sake of her comrades, and she won't hesitate to stoop to doing the lowliest, most abominable things for her nation. She takes pleasure in little but the downfall of other demons, oddly enough. But that pleasure almost never comes, for she is obedient before she is over-indulgent. She is, in essence of her name, the demons' Empress by her actions.

Sample Chapter :

Empyrea, as she was every day, was calm. On her lap, a dark-haired, white-skinned boy slept. He seemed no older than three, a mere toddler who still spent more time dreaming of utopias than living in real dystopias. She was humming to him an enchanting tune, a tune that was eons old, one that had sat in an old tome on the nightstand next to the throne, the throne she was sitting on.

It wasn't her throne, but because she was instructed to sit there and hum a tune, there she sat, humming in her honey-sweet voice, though soft and weak, as honey is when it ages. In her lap, the child slept, a prince.

Heir to an old overthrown demon, once supreme even to the Leaders today. Dormin was his name, and he would remain quiet for not much longer.

But Vantioch's messenger had delivered a call to arms, a call heeded by her every time it came. As his indentured servant among servants, she would have to follow him close behind.

The prince of darkness, Dormin, would have to be content with the voices of his maids. His sister would sing him lullabies no more from that day on. He would continue the legacy alone.

She isn't a Leader. Is it alright if she's Vantioch's second-in-command? If not Vantioch, any of the other leaders'?

Demon Leader she is.