Description
Alias: The Champion of the Malebolge, Liege of the Abyss, The Destroyer.
Height: 3.3 (Rounded down) times taller than (the object of his choosing)
Weight: Roughly 20 times the weight (of a human) or (object of his choosing)
Personality
Pitt is tormented by the demon's fire, as such he is constantly agitated. Pitt is provocative and bloodthirsty. He has also developed a unique sense regarding pain, as he is constantly in a state of unending pain. Pitt is not friendly, nor is he scholarly - intelligent, yet, but he does not uphold the patience to engage in tedious activity. He is one of the most loyal to the overall purpose of Dis.
Equipment
- Molten Scythe: Pitt wields a scythe made nearly entirely out of molten rock, it is not one single scythe but it is many. The scythe is an essence of the Malebolge and the firey torment that Pitt is meant to endure - therefore every swing of this Scythe creates a trail of burning hot flames in its wake. Pitt may conjure this scythe made of burning hot magma (or cooled rock depending on how hard he wants the weapon) not only once, but may duplicate the weapon up to five times. In addition to the weapon's duplication ability, Pitt does not have to directly wield the weapon, but may wield them as an extension of his fiery edict.
Abilities:
- Past of the Tormented: Pitt is the Champion of the underworld and is unique. He has the physical skills and techniques of anyone who has ever died. Pitts strategic capacity is unrivaled when it comes to wars, duels, and battle. The only drawback is that Pitt only gleans war-bound information, or information pertaining gto combat, not personal experience.
Indomintable Power: Pitt has the strength incomparable to any being that has ever existed. Pitts strength transcends that of the synthetic or the man-made, nanomachines couldn't effect atoms to the degree that this supernatural powerhouse has. The only being that has ever outmatched Pitt is the archangel Michael.
- Banefire: Many times sorcerers and wizards alike were so powerful even in death they combatted Hell. They dedicated their lives to undoing death, itself and developed powerful magicks and anti-magicks. Hell adapts, and banefire cancels both of them.
- Demonfire: Eternally ejected from heaven, PItts eternal punishment is an aura of fire that constantly keeps him in a state of torment. The aura incinerates nearly anything that gets within radius. It is twice as effective against other demons and ineffective against the divine. Demonfire additionally has another side effect: it cannot be absorbed, assimilated, or nixed permanently. If absorbed it will corrupt and destroy whatever absorbed it and if somehow nullified it will reignite anew - such is the power of God's wrath.
- Hellfire: The very same flame that damns the souls in Hell is the very same flame Pitt may summon at will. Hellfire is effective against synthetic lifeforms, organic lifeforms, spiritual entities (such as specters, ghosts), and beings that have evolved even beyond a physical state, or that can temporarily change to a state beyond the physical. It is more than just fire and thus it can overwhelm even fire elementals, whom can be immune or even healed by fire-type attacks.
History
In the war of heaven the angels were casted out, and Pitt - one of Lucifer's direct angels battled with the angel Michael. Pitt was struck down by the beast and replaced his wings with demonic wings, his appearance was transfigured from holy and beautiful to demonic and terrifying. Pitt most fervently searches how to free Satan from the grips of Cocytus, as it is his only way of ridding him of the demonfire that constantly sears his flesh.
So begins...
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(Cryoface are you outside of the bar or in it?)
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Pitt a stress fissure forms in the ground some thirty feet away from Cryoface's position. "FOOD, FLAME, AND GOOD CHEER TO ALL!" Pitt sarcastically roars. His spindly fingers grasp at the edge of the open crack. The balrog pulls himself to the surface, breathing smoke and ash from his flaming gullet.
Pitt "A cup of whisky for this old rag?" Pitt chortles, as he flips over a table with a mere step. He has to hunch his figure just to fit into the room. Pitt lumbers over to loom over Cryoface, then observes whom he seemed to be interlocked in combat with.
Pitt he humors her by taking the cup, but unfortunately for pitt, the alcohol ignites before he can even drink it. There is a guttural chuckle that comes from the demon's stomach as he smashes the glass.
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"I am not here for you, little snow-man... there is one that I seek... his name is," The demon pauses before he rasps, "Havok."
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Pitt Sneers, then turns around, his large tail whipping a chair off it's legs in the process. "HAVOK," he roars, "Where is the one that took the entirety of the val'gara on, by his lonesome, mortal, self!"
Pitt if it could be shown, then the demon's flaming eyes would show, bubbling with ecstatic glee. "Yes, you!" He says, lumbering over to the human whom he dwarfs, "It has been so long since I have seen one which wars with such valor." He reaches out for Havok, attempting to grip him in a powerful vice-like grip, "Sate my hunger!"
Pitt an aura of flame surges around the demon, incinerating panel around him just as a couple blasts of energy collide with his chest. "You wound me, Benny-boy!" Pitt gurgles, grabbing Havok. Sarers blade cuts right into his skin, and a molten liquid pours out. Invigorated with the moment, Pitt ignores his flesh would and turns around tossing Havok through the wide doors of the bar, then tromps out of the bar, smashing through the doors' threshold in the process. "Tell me something, havok? Did it feel good to rip apart that demolisher?"
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((Do we want to take all of this involved with havok into another room? I'm having trouble keeping up.))
”
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((We'll just move to the dojo, if anyone else wants to join they are more than welcome to follow, it'd make things much more interesting.))
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Pitt sparks ignite as some of the bullets spark against the sparse chains that cross over his chest like an X, while others bury a couple inches deep into his broad pectorials. This gives Pitt pause, before examining the downed soldier, molten liquid streams down his chest, miraculously not burning his chest, a blade of similarly cooled substance conjures out to the demon's side. Gripping it, Pitt slams the blade down, attempting to bisect Benjamin.
Pitt Two other blades form, floating ominously next to Pitt, with their tips pointed towards the Azrican. "An interesting sorcery," he murmurs. Without so much as a movement, the two blades are propelled towards the soldier by an unseen force, with pinpoint accuracy, unbeknownst to the demon whether or not the barrier was still erected.
Pitt "Havok! Show me the vigor in which you faced Magnus' creation with!" His hooves slam against the cobbled surface of the ground, cracking through asphalt. The blade in his hand quickly took properties of a miniature scythe, or a kama. Large leathery wings unfold from Pitt's back, encircling the sergeant before Pitt raised his hoof and brought it down, looking to stomp Havok's midsection.
“
(Wanna take it back into the bar?)
”
“
(Not sure, i'll go look)
”
Pitt The denizens of the bar soon notice Benjamin havok - flying into the bar through the doorway that he and Pitt had earlier destroyed. Apparently attempting to burn his hoof off didn't work so well. However, when pitt tossed havok back into the bar, he had lost sight of the soldier. "Havok, havok, havok, where arreeee youuu?"
Pitt "Cheese," Pitt says. A specially created magic flame spreads from his open maw, dubbed "Banefire" the banefire instantly incinerates the tables and chair (even floor tiling) that is in between he and havok. A glutton for punishment - Pitt puts himself directly in the line of fire of Havok all at the gamble that he could end up getting caught of in the tendrils of banefire he just released.
Pitt pitts roars in anguish as a flurry of tungsten pellets, barrage his face. Pulling away from the threshold, Pitt has gathered his fair share of pain, and begins a tactical retreat. "I'll be back for you, Havok." He says, covering his face.