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Character Name: Fidchel
Secret ID: None. It's kinda hard to hide the kitty ears and bat wings.
Game Information
Role: Tank
Power Set: Fire
Weapon: Hammer or Scythe
Other game information: Wheee! Spinny!
IC Character Information
Apparent Age: Young
True Age: Unknown, but she's pretty damn old
Race: Demonic Imp
Gender: Female
Hair: Red and spiky
Skin: Orange and furry
Eyes: Blazing yellow
Height: Short
Weight: Heavier than she looks
Body Composition: Solid and compact, smelling faintly of sulfur and burnt fur
Mental State: Often childlike, her sanity is debatable, though her loyalty unquestionable. Human standards of morality are often confusing.
Place of Residence: Wherever Doc's crashing for the night
Place of Birth: Hell, most likely
Known Relatives: None
Friends: Doctor Harbinger, Epionne, members of Hammer Corps
Enemies: Anyone Doc doesn't like, Faust and his minions, things that won't burn
Nationality: Hell hath no nationality, though she'd probably fit in well in New Jersey
History: Fidchel has spent the vast majority of her life in service to one nasty bugger or another, mystically bound to some of the most morally bankrupt and depraved examples of sorcery throughout the ages. That is, until the day that Doctor Harbinger apprehended the Faustian magent to whom she had been bound, declaring her to be "free". Not quite grasping what this meant, she pledged herself to her new master, serving as his loyal familiar and protector ever since. Struggling with the concepts of independence, freewill, good and evil, right and wrong, Fidchel has nonetheless made great strides with humanity during her time under Doc's care and among the members of the Hammer Corps, though she still has a long way to go.
Secret ID: None. It's kinda hard to hide the kitty ears and bat wings.
Game Information
Role: Tank
Power Set: Fire
Weapon: Hammer or Scythe
Other game information: Wheee! Spinny!
IC Character Information
Apparent Age: Young
True Age: Unknown, but she's pretty damn old
Race: Demonic Imp
Gender: Female
Hair: Red and spiky
Skin: Orange and furry
Eyes: Blazing yellow
Height: Short
Weight: Heavier than she looks
Body Composition: Solid and compact, smelling faintly of sulfur and burnt fur
Mental State: Often childlike, her sanity is debatable, though her loyalty unquestionable. Human standards of morality are often confusing.
Place of Residence: Wherever Doc's crashing for the night
Place of Birth: Hell, most likely
Known Relatives: None
Friends: Doctor Harbinger, Epionne, members of Hammer Corps
Enemies: Anyone Doc doesn't like, Faust and his minions, things that won't burn
Nationality: Hell hath no nationality, though she'd probably fit in well in New Jersey
History: Fidchel has spent the vast majority of her life in service to one nasty bugger or another, mystically bound to some of the most morally bankrupt and depraved examples of sorcery throughout the ages. That is, until the day that Doctor Harbinger apprehended the Faustian magent to whom she had been bound, declaring her to be "free". Not quite grasping what this meant, she pledged herself to her new master, serving as his loyal familiar and protector ever since. Struggling with the concepts of independence, freewill, good and evil, right and wrong, Fidchel has nonetheless made great strides with humanity during her time under Doc's care and among the members of the Hammer Corps, though she still has a long way to go.
