Name: Kalyssad the Tempter
Age: lives since the creation of the Sayaad, perhaps since the beginning of creation.
Race: Sayaad
Gender: male
Alignment: chaotic evil
Affiliation:Burning Legion/Burning Blade , Shadow Council(former)
(so an incubus, no clear lore sources on them, I know, but I will go with the “imprisoned by Succubi as slaves” theory, since it is official speculation source is here http://www.wowpedia.org/Incubi )
Class:Shadowdancer/(limited)Spymaster/(limited)Hellcaller (taken from the RPG, very unique abilities picked from each of the three classes, the history should explain the details and the intention)
Personality: Sociopathic tendencies, cunning, manipulative, cruel, sadistic
Likes: his freedom, manipulating or dominating others, killing, torturing, serving Sargeras
Dislikes: strong/heroic females, The Holy Light, everything that opposes his master's crusade
Appearance:
In his true form Kalyssad is nearly 7 feet tall, He has the same pale purple skin color as the females of his race, but he is having bigger ram like horns and more dominant wings than his female counterparts. He has hoofed legs and is bearded. He is branded with deep purple, nearly black marks of Kil'jaeden. The anthropomorphic parts of his body are astonishingly beautiful also likewise to his female counterparts. He has very small but razor sharp claws.
When he is armored and in his true form, he wears his custom gauntlets that elongate his claws and 2 sharp blades chained to his lower arms. They are slightly longer than his forearms so he is able to stab with the ends of the blades extending over his bent elbow. He wears two broad leather bands crossed over his chest. In the back between his wings they hold a sheath that contains Kalyssad's onyx dagger it is fabricated with a rough interior lining and it holds the dagger upside-down .Where the leather bands meet in the front a metal plaque adorned with the burning blade symbol holds them together. He wears a short kilt that reaches from his waist to shortly below his knees, out of black and purple cloth. it is held together by chains wrapped around his waist. Some more chain links are dangling off of the chain belt and give of a rattling sound when Kalyssad is in motion.
Additionally to his true form, he may disguise as nearly every humanoid race(explained later on) but has to keep his deep Black hair. He tends to have long hair and nearly perfect physical appearance in any racial form. His green eyes may seem to have a shade of blue while disguised but green is the dominant color.
Strengths: Cunning, silver tongued, has extremely high-developed senses, Master of poisons, and knows quite a bit about shadow magic, basically everything that can mess with a mind. Has the ability to change appearance, extraordinary musician (The flute is staying!)
Weaknesses: Sociopathic tendencies, can’t change away from his true form without performing an elaborate ritual
And finaly some annotations:
-Kalyssad is a very controversial character since a lot of what he is, is pure speculation on my side.
However what is accounted to in official Lore is to my best knowledge correct and consistent, if you find any mistakes,please point them out.
Apart from that it is for you to decide, if the character makes sense to you or not.
-The character that is portrayed in the Bio sheet is the present (post shattering) version of Kalyssad as portrayed in the Prologue.
the development of the character happens through the flashbacks that show his history.
History:
I Preparations
Kalys was standing in the dark, looking at his pray.
Human like beings, similar to many of those he encountered throughout the millennia. They all were to fall to his master, they will be no different.
He was waiting for them to finish their work, harvesting crops out on the field. He has been watching them for several days. They would go back to the house and eat, talk for some time and then go to sleep. Then his time had come.
The dark figure watched the guard dog, who was leashed to a pole in front of the house, he smiled as he got close enough to throw his knife. He impaled the oblivious dog by his neck onto the pole.
The animal wasn’t even able to whimper before he was dead. Kalys drew his knife out of the dog and cleaned it. His ears twitched while he was listening for any reaction to his kill, but there was none. He had seen the guards pass recently so they shouldn’t be back anytime soon, but he had to make sure.
He stuck his weapon into its sheath again and headed towards the houses’ door.
“A simple lock, nothing to be stopped by”
After picking the lock the door opened with a silent creak. Kalys entered the room, but his hoofs didn’t make a single noise on the wooden floor. That was a simple but very effective spell he always used when he was hunting in his true form. The two older ones slept right near the door. He would have to dispose of them first. He pulled his onyx kris again and held it over the males face, the tip of the knife was nearly touching the man’s lips when Kalys summoned the poison from it. He mumbled silently when a clear liquid ran down the blade and a single drop of it left the blade and landed on the man’s lower lip. He licked his lips by reflex, which was his death sentence.
“No suffering for you, aren’t you lucky?”
The man tried to breath but he couldn’t anymore, he didn’t even struggle enough to wake his wife. Within seconds he was dead.
“You will have to suffer some more”
With an evil smile on his face, the demon changed the side of the straw camp the two were lying on and brought his hands close to the wife’s throat. He silenced her with one hand and began to choke her with the other. Her eyes opened and were instantly filled with pure fear when she saw what was choking her. Her face's color changed slowly while Kalys suffocated her. When she stopped struggling, he grabbed some of the straw and spread it across the room. He then looked around the fireplace and found a bottle of oil.
“Perfect”
Kalys spilled the oil on the floor and examined the room further. He took some of the man’s clothing; he would need them later on. Then he discovered a small piece of wood that had a familiar form. He gently picked it up and looked at it. It had several small holes in it and a slit on the top end. He also took that thing with him, but he wasn’t finished yet. There were two more people in the house. A small boy and a young woman.
Kalys went upstairs and found them also on a heap of straw in a small chamber under the roof.
Kalys quickly killed the boy by cutting his throat. He still was too frail and weak for his needs, so he died. He then turned to the young women sleeping on another bed of straw. He got close to her and heard her slow monotone breath, and watched her chest moving up and down. She was in the prime of her life, perfect for his needs. He used his knife again, this time he summoned a strong sedative poison; she would also lick it of her lips and fall limp immediately. He picked her up and carried her outdoors. He laid his pray down and threw the dog’s corpse into the house. Then he opened the palm of his hand and a little flame sparked from it. Kalys whispered to the flame and it crept into the house. When the small flame found what Kalys had laid out a thick cloud of biting smoke rose out of the house immediately. The guards would be far enough away to find the house ablaze and not a single trace of the hoofed visitor.
“What a terrible tragedy.”
He thought while the first big flames were licking out of the door.
He grabbed his victim again and started heading towards his hideout in the forest, the prints of his hoofs magically vanishing behind him.
When he arrived in the cave he took for his hideout, his two felhunters were waiting for him. They sniffed at the girl but he kicked them away.
"She is not meant for you, stupid beast!"
As much as he hated the demonic trails they left he needed someone to guard his secrets. When he entered the cave, he smelled the heavy incense he burned before he left. Many candles enlightened the cave, and an elaborate circle of runes and wicked symbols out of black and purple candle wax was laid out on the floor. He tied the woman to two poles in the middle of the circle, gagged her and stepped away. He laid his kris in front of him and looked at the small thing he found in the house. He sat down with crossed legs, while he waited for the sedative poison to wear off and started playing the flute.
That was the only thing he always had liked throughout his life. Even if he was playing music for those who imprisoned him for what felt like an eternity. That was the time before he gained his freedom. The time he lived as a slave.
((part two will follow after the color formatting of the dialogs, might take a while.))