<div class="floatright">(http://img.4plebs.org/boards/tg/image/1431/06/1431065644504.jpg)</div><strong>Name:</strong>He calls himself Seng (https://drive.google.com/file/d/1jQqrfpJ7M9w7Ozbv2JNHBr13CHtlwjzR/view?usp=sharing)<br/><strong>Age/Gender/Race:</strong>45/Male/Aasimar<br/><strong>Class/Level:</strong>Warpriest (Sacred Fist Archetype) 5<br/><strong>Personality (1-2 paragraph minimum):</strong>Seng tends to be the silent type, but when he has something to say you can't shut him up. However, one can see the pain in his eyes. Not any physical pain, but rather the emotional scars of what he endured before Ira took him as her servant.<br/><strong>Sin you're associated/branded with:</strong>Wrath<br/><strong>Your Mistress:</strong>Sister Ira<br/><strong>PC's casual Ons:</strong>Seng attempts to follow the example set by Asmodeus. He attempts to bring order where he can. Pleasing Ira.<br/><br/><strong>PC's casual Offs:</strong>Because of his own encounter with Crusaders, he has a passionate hatred of the Church of the Light, the Inquisition, and Crusaders.<br/><strong>PC's sexual Ons:</strong>Seng has begun to tread the path of his Mistress. Pain has become a daily companion and a daily ritual for them. As such, pain of any sort has become almost orgasmic for him. Seng is submissive only to Ira and when he is not with her he is usually heavily into BDSM as the Dom and his partners always experience some manner of pain during sex.<br/><br/><strong>PC's sexual Offs:</strong>Being submissive with anyone other than Ira or anyone she has deemed to be dominant over him. Being the recipient of bathroom play. Genital mutilation. Amputation.<br/><br/><strong>Background:</strong>The young Aasimar man that would become Seng had been a farmer in an obscure corner of the land. He knew of his own curses. His mother had said that he was a descendant of Asmodeus himself and that his divine blood sang in his veins. But he was a peace loving man who wished no harm on anyone around him.<br/><br/>Even his young human wife knew that challenged as he was, he was a good man. Then came the Inquisition. Seeing the birthmark that seemed to appear as an Unholy symbol of Asmodeus on his hand and the monstrous shadows he cast. They called him demon. They were brutal and vile in a manner that one could only see in a Demon. They raped his pregnant wife, forcing him to watch, then when she was unable to scream for them anymore they slit her belly and removed the child tossing it to the floor.<br/><br/>Dragging him from the house kicking and screaming, they set his home ablaze with every treasure he had dying inside. With the mental torture out of the way, they got to work on the physical part. They crucified him to a post and had cut strips of skin away from his body that they braided into a rope that they tied around his neck. All the while telling him how as the skin dried it would tighten, suffocating him to death, assuming he didn't die from being crucified first.<br/><br/>As he hung there, long after the Inquisition had left, he had a vision. Asmodeus told him that he would survive but only if he stopped being such a weakling and walk the path that had been laid before him. To worship him and strength for the power that it would give him to avenge his wife and child.<br/><br/>The man agreed as a darkness had been born in his heart. A quest for revenge. Not only on the Inquisitors and the soldiers in their employ, but also against the Church of the Light that gave them the power to do as they chose. As he agreed, the birthmark pulsed with an infernal glow as liquid fire seemed to pulse through his veins as his newfound God taught him many truths that night.<br/><br/>He awoke the next morning to find a woman looking up at him as she slowly wormed her thumbs into the muscle of his sides, she smiled cruelly when she saw that he was awake. “So you are alive. Don't mind me. Just a little something I enjoy doing.”<br/><br/>She kept forcing her thumbs into his flesh even as blood flowed and he grunted and hissed in pain. Ripping her fingers from his flesh, she cut away the leather cord upon his neck and gave him a chance to breathe. “I can give you a chance at revenge. But you must follow me and be subservient to me.”<br/><br/>He glared at her and spat a mouthful of blood into her face. She laughed and jabbed a finger into his thigh creating a hole. This went on for several minutes before he finally said, “I follow only Asmodeus.”<br/><br/>The woman showed him a carefully worked series of scars on her chest that looked almost exactly like his birthmark. She explained that she had sold her soul to Asmodeus for a chance at revenge. She was willing to bring him along, as long as he served her. He could serve Asmodeus first and her second. But since Asmodeus was notoriously tight-lipped, he'd be following her most of the time.<br/><br/>He agreed and she grabbed his nutsack and looked up at him with a sadistic glint in her eyes as she said, “This might hurt... a lot.”<br/><br/>The pain of being branded on his balls as she squeezed them was enough for him to scream in a way he had only screamed once before.<br/><br/>She cut him down and nursed him to health stopping at a hidden temple of Asmodeus for some healing. The adepts gave it freely, recognizing the birthmark for what it was a Sign of their Lord's favor.<br/><br/>Once he was fully recovered, she began their daily rituals. Every morning he would please her sexually, either directly or indirectly. Then they would train in combat. Then a bathe if possible, before starting their travels once more.