[BlueInTheShell]

Xyni the Delightful: Leader of the Flawless Host

Name: Xyni the Delightful
Race: Corrupted Human
Abilities: Mutable body, Aura of Presence. Due to gifts from his god, almost any sensation is pleasurable, and near orgasmic. Also rather adept with a sword and shield.

"You make it seem like I demand you and your families! I simply asked for your sons and daughters. Is it not wrong for me to take my due as your savior?"

Bio:

Lo, how the might have fallen. Xyni, or whatever his name used to be, was once among the highest champions from the Order of the Virtuous Heart, a group of templars sworn to help defend the weak against anything and anyone; From the monsters that lurk the deepest corners of the dark, to standing between a nobleman and the peasantry he threatens with tyranny. A model of compassion and integrity, the fall would be swift and vicious. It would only take whispers from the daemons from the dark god Isilith, to lead the man astray from his path and into what he is now.

It started with a simple statement towards the gods themselves:

"All I ever wish for is the Truth."

From the silence, one messenger from the gods came. And gave the man what they believed to be the truth. Humanity? Rather, the entirety of mortal life? Was atrocious. Simple beings that wished only to ease the pains of everyday life with vice. Nowhere can one look without someone wishing for extravagance. The most regal and virtuous of nobles more often than not contained the most depraved thoughts. Peasantry looked towards the rich and envisioned themselves basked in those said riches. Those who had it all sought neverending ways to want more. And more. And fill their gluttony to the breaking point. Along with the answers, came a question from the messenger herself.

"Wouldn't you like to have more? Perfection? Flawlessness in your pursuits as an Order Knight?"

It was a question Xyni answered with craving, and soon the man began a spree of violence and brutality against the enemies of the order the likes which caught the eye of his dark patron. Soon the gifts from the god came. Xyni appeared to be more charismatic towards those who followed him. Trust and adoration became something more akin to worship and idolatry. Friends and even family turned their love from paternal and mature into debauched acts mocking the sanctity of romance and marriage. The desire of combat to solve problems turned into a lust for conquest. A lust for the chance to feel and taste the scent of battle. The flow emotions on the fields as soldiers died and ran victorious.

And thus the Flawless Host was born - A group of mercenaries with a rather heinous reputation. No offer of employment turned down. No chance to experience something new denied. However, the price for their near perfect drill orders and combat expertise remain sinister. One village saved from banditry found the Flawless ones being forced to host a banquet for their saviors; Their loved ones and children both courses in the meals, as well as playthings when the night grew cold. Xyni himself taking several women as wives from the village, before growing bored in instants, and sewing them together into the Host's banner.

As the saying goes

Perfection is a gift never worth obtaining.