Character: Phoenix Pierce – Warlock (Hex Blade) Patron – Fierna (Archdevil - Lady of Phlegethos, Daughter of Belial), although Phoenix is unaware of the exact patron, (his mother?... see back story) only that it is clearly a devilish power or force. But he is fully accepting of this power for his own gain, whatever it may mean down the line. (Kyle helped me look into a specific creature/being for this, as I don’t know shit about the lore of things a warlock may make a pact with. For reference, a snippet from a wiki-page that describes Fierna, if this were to ever pan out into a bigger idea in pasted below the backstory.) Backstory: Soon after the large storm and massive growth of Tumple, the town had undergone many changes in management. After hearing the roomers of what happened that day and the spike in popularity of the town, the Kingdom quickly dispatched the original town mayor and staff, bringing in well-respected but moderately smaller noble family: The Pierce’s. Typically, Pierce’s had been well respected owners and supporters of many farms in the surrounding area. Respected for there strong management skills, as well as grit when it came to crunch time during the harvesting season to ensure food production was maximized, the Kingdom saw the family as a good fit to take control and run the growing town of Tumple. Although slow coming, as many residents in the area were weary of the new leadership. However, over the course of a few years and growth of the town into a city, proven by their hard work by there they became well a respected and trusted noble family, beloved by their citizens. For 2 generations after, the Pierce family continued to run Tumple. However, as the town became more of a city, it was clear that the hard working, farming background work ethic had been lost. The current leader of Tumple, Rayson Pierce had tragically passed, leaving ownership of the city to his only son, Phoenix Pierce. Phoenix was well decorated for the position, having grown up in the capital and being educated in Sunset Kingdom. However, upon returning to Tumple for his father’s funeral, he learned that the city had revolted and decided not to accept him as their leader. He was only 18 years old, and had spent the majority of his life out of the city and area. The kingdom understood, and instead put the growing church of Druids in charge of electing their own new leader. Phoenix was forced to move on with his life, however hard it would be. His status was not striped by the Kingdom, but being the last remaining Pierce, (his mother had passed during child birth) he had no where to go and felt completely betrayed by his family’s people. His people. Packing up his father possessions to move out of the Tumple’s city hall building, he came across a unique pentagon shaped, silver amulet that had belonged to his mother. Wanting to feel a connection to his lost mother, he put on the amulet and started to cry. He cursed the name of the city of Tumple and vowed he would take it back. Take back his city and people at all costs. He would make his families legacy thrive to be the greatest family in all of the sunset kingdom. He grasped the amulet, griping it so hard that edges of the pentagon cut deep into his palm and began dripping blood. Deep in his palm he felt a sharp burning sensation. Promptly he let go of the amulet shaking his hand and blood on the floor. After a moment, he carefully lifts the amulet from a sharp edge to his face. It looks normal, but what is this odd heat sensation? He flips the amulet to see a perfect sphere lit up on the other side. Was this gem here before? Surely not. He looks deep into the gem and see uncanny display of a rolling flame, endlessly looping. He stares deep into the cultivating image, completely immersed by its radiant power. “Do you think this is power?” He hears a soft womanly voice speak in his head. “You can have it all, all of our power. All of our legacy. Lets take it back together. Let me guide you.” “Mother?...” He speaks back. “Find me, understand me. I will give you my power. We will take back everything we are owed.” The flame and heat emitting from the amulet slowly fades. Perplexed, he realizes his life’s purpose to reclaim his families greatness. The next day, he leaves all his fathers belongings behind and sets out on his journey to understand the power within the amulet left to him by his mother. Over the next few years, spends his time investigating the amulet, understanding and how to unlock its power. Early in his journey, he struggles to find any information about the amulet, its powers, and how to use it. Frustrated, he discovers he can only communicate through the amulet only while he’s filled with rage and anger, a burning desire. He grasps the amulet in his hand, opening his cuts and enduring the scorching pain of the flaming gem. Through this, he learns to channel his anger. By focusing on everything he hates, he wants, he needs, he slowly learns how to channel power within the amulet, controlling it to embracing the magical presence bestowed upon him. Conjuring magical weapons, spells, and curses he begins to understand his true potential. He will have vengeance on all those who wronged him, stole his land, stole his power, stole his life. He continues adventuring through the land, making a name for the Peirce family where ever he goes, and harnessing his raging power until he hears a particular roomer. A large black and purple dragon, attacking Tumple? What can this be? Why now? He is not ready yet, there is still so much more power to gain. But, I cannot let this beast destroy my city. Afterall, it is MY city to destroy. MY city to rebuild. You’ve picked the man to fuck with, as his red begin to grow red, and streaks of blood red veins flow through his blonde hair. I guess it is time for me to pay a visit home. Hahahaha. General Traits - Phoenix typically acts like a typical noble. A little arrogant, but always opting to help the lesser people. Always doing the right thing by the land. Generally he is modest, and looks the part. Out of combat, he is very approachable and welcomes his subjects. But of course, he does own the land and makes the rules. Thus, the rules allow him to get the job done by any means necessary. That way, everyone will know his name. Appearance – Phoenix dresses like royalty. Fancy meticulous clothing, a large, puffy black cloak on his back, a shiny set of silver-plated scale mail armor, a silver diadem on his head, 2 slivers rings on each hand, and a pentagon shaped silver amulet around his neck. Blue eyes as bright as the sky, and blonde hair as shiny as white dessert sand. When utilizing his warlock powers, depending on the amount of power and anger channeled his amulet glows but on the side against his armor, creating a shimmering effect. His hair will wave with blood red streaks, and in extreme cases his eyes will emit bright red. He does not carry a weapon readily on him, however will summon a glowing black and red glaive on command to fight. The glaive is styled with a scythe blade protruding off the back of the polearm. A tribute to his families farming linage, and to strike the fear of death into his foes heart. Fierna – Description / Personality: Fierna appeared to be an incredibly attractive young woman, a lithe, statuesque, 6 ft (1.8 m) seductress of stunning physique. Tall, dark and sensual, her garments were as royally fine as they were scantily clingy, furthering her image as a being of perversion and indecency. Giving away her infernal heritage were the small pair of horns that emerged under her hairline, and even then the fiendish features somehow managed to enhance her enchanting appearance. Her red eyes shined and smoldered like fires were dancing within them and implicit promises of pleasure could be gleaned from her gaze. Befitting an archdevil of fire, Fierna was well-known for her short fuse and volatile personality, her temper striking fear in almost any devil. Her rage escalated quickly, frustration leading to fury, which erupted, quite literally since she angrily moved about on fire when enraged, into bloodthirsty vengeance, oftentimes with little warning. Additionally, she was self-absorbed, sadistic, and just generally mercurial, flitting about like a lit flame between her various obsessions and displaying a "party girl" attitude. However, assuming Fierna was just a bratty beauty was a grave mistake, for both political schemers and would-be courtiers. Fierna was prodigiously brilliant in the art of emotional manipulation with charisma to match that of Asmodeus himself, lighting fires in the hearts of mortals and immortals alike that she could control like any other. Her explosive outbursts seemed chaotic and random, but she was a being of law, simply following a pattern that perhaps only she understood. Though she saw being viewed as incompetent a useful ploy, she was no less adept at politics than other archdevils, but had no interest in taking part in the overcomplicated, governmental web. The black-hearted archdevil had more hedonistic goals, desiring to use her position to indulge in luxurious comforts and lecherous pleasures while allowing others to actually administrate. At least, this was her stance at one point, but later on she became more professionally-minded, still toying with lesser beings, but making efforts not to immediately discard them upon growing bored and attempting to enter the "grownup" world of diabolical conspiracies and power plays.