Know Your Keeper: Lord Doviculus

Name: Lord Doviculus
Rank: Baron of Hell
Height: Seven feet, eight inches. Nine feet two inches if you count the horns.
Weight: 325 pounds.
Build: Not exactly buff, but he's obviously no wimp either.
Second in Command: Ah Puch, Hell Knight and Grand Torturer of the Damned

File: Lord Doviculus is a dark figure, commanding his troops on the field of battle through pain and fear. From the waist down, his legs are coated in shaggy fur, and his feet are cloven hooves. Belted around his waist are priestly robes, indicating there may be some fell being that he worships, or maybe that he believes himself some form of Demonic Messiah, and wishes to spread his gospel of pain among all the people. From the waist up, his bare chest is covered in scar tissue, though there is an interesting scar running vertically down his chest from neck to belly button that will actually open up at will, exposing a large heart wrapped in barbed wire. This chest cavity is also where he keeps his guitar. They are not visible when in use, but from his back he can sprout wings that stem from a triplet pattern somewhat similar to a butterfly's, although much more hardcore and demonic. He is ruthless and amoral, enjoys setting his enemies against each other, and sitting back to enjoy the ensuing bloodshed. He will also not hesitate to wipe out a possible threat if given the chance, whether or not the potential has any chance to defend themselves. He wields a double staff ax weapon that is rather hard to describe properly, as well as the hydra, a quadruple necked electric guitar with which he calls down a powerful array of spells. The double staff ax, referred to as Lil Verve Vress'le (The long claw), is incredibly heavy, and through dark magics, can only be wielded by Doviculus himself, and they are hardly ever separate. His only apparent weakness is his apparent lack of eyesight, as his head is bound in leather, but that doesn't seem to matter much, as his sense of smell seems to make up for his lack of eyesight, giving him near omnipresent sense of his surroundings in the battlefield, or anywhere else for that matter, making him even more formidable, and a difficult, if not impossible, target for assassinations. What is more, he is one of the most eloquent of all creatures on any plane, having convinced even angels to sin, and to join his armies. A terrifying warrior, his troops have undying, unwavering loyalty that gives him full access to their entire arsenal. In spite of this, he wears no armor, trusting his own thick hide. His military intellect is impressive, and his ability to manipulate others for his own gain is even more impressive. He wields Lil Verve Vress'le with deadly speed and proficiency, a fact that attests both his skill and strength, due to the great weight of the weapon. He treats his subjects with an interesting mix of affection and expendability, more like they were valuable tools than servants, and is incredibly proud, believing the creatures of the other realms as pitiful creatures, fit only to be treated as servile beasts.