Steel Oni
From Unofficial Handbook of the Virtue Universe
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| Steel Oni | |
| Player: Pendix | |
| Origin: | Magic |
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| Archetype: | Brute |
| Threat Level: | 29 |
| Personal Data | |
| Real Name: | ' |
| Known Aliases: | ' |
| Species: | Demon |
| Age: | Unknown |
| Height: | ' |
| Weight: | ' |
| Eye Color: | blue |
| Hair Color: | white |
| Biographical Data | |
| Nationality: | Japanesse |
| Occupation: | ' |
| Place of Birth: | ' |
| Base of Operations: | ' |
| Marital Status: | single |
| Known Relatives: | none |
| Known Powers | |
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| Known Abilities | |
| Demonicly Enchanced Cyber Strength | |
| Equipment | |
| An assortment of Shield & Maces. | |
| No additional information available. | |
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Affiliations
Steel Oni 's Handler within Arachnos is the dower & Hatefilled Operative Gallows, with whom he has a mutually antagonistic relationship.
Personality
The Oni within the armour is a brutal, bloodthirsty fiend, who revels in the suffering & negative emotions of mortals.
Powers
Abilities
Equipment
Character History
“I was a solider once, an officer & a champion in the armies of the Oni. We laid siege to the gates of the Heavens, & the gods themselves quaked in fear when witnessing our might. But we lost that war, our forces were broken and scattered. Some fled, some were destroyed, and some; too powerful to be destroyed by the gods champions, were bound, and cast down to the mortal plane. That was my misfortune.
They bound me into a suit of Samurai Armour, and left me in a dread & forgotten place. But there have always been mortals drawn to the promise of power. I remember that the first was farmers son, seeking to revenge his slaughtered family. He took me from the shadows, and wore me into battle. With time my power corrupted him, twisted is mind & body, as I stole from him his will, and prepared him to become a proper vessel for my power. But morals are brief and fragile things, and he perished well before the process was complete. He was not the last. For centuries I continued, providing my power to any foolish enough to seek it, twisting them to my will, and reaping a bloody swathe through the mortal world. Then those of the Chain, with their feeble magics, set upon me when I was without a bearer, and smuggled me off to one of their dusty and forgotten vaults.
What seemed like an age later the forces of Arachnos raided the vault, and stole myself and the other artefacts. They took me to a hidden temple of theirs, a 'development facility'. There they too me apart, melted me down and built me into the body of a strange golem, an 'android'. They though that by doing this they could gain my power without losing a host to my will. They were wrong.
The metal husk into which I was forged was a far better host than a normal mortal, it's mind required no corruption, and it's form was a perfect vessel for my power. I freed myself from their restraints, slaughtered those who hard rebuilt me, and would have begun a beautiful and bloody rampage had it not been for the Mystics of Mu, who bound my power with 50 arcane seals , and chained me into servitude once more.
So, for now, I serve the Arachnos, and their foolish masters. And as their confidence in their 'tame demon' grows they release more and more of the seals, so that my power may better serve them. But one day, one day the last seal will be released, or broken, and I will show Arachons that they have tamed nothing.”
