The Damned
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History:
We were once Silver Helms in the favor of the gods, only a step below them in knowledge and power . . . but no more. They betrayed us, turned their backs on us. They denied us what was rightfully ours, gave it to the lesser beings, the humans . . . humans . . . creatures literally created to serve us. We taught them everything; metallurgy, agriculture, smithing, architecture, the basic fundamentals of life! And how did the gods repay us for caring for these 'precious' humans? They ordered that we bow to these creatures. That we, so near gods ourselves, bow to creatures that don't even deserve the life given to them.
Many of our brothers did bow, but not Him, not Tenebris. He was the first of us to understand. To understand that there are some things even gods cannot demand. Those of us who folowed him were cursed by our brothers. The gods no longer looked upon us with favor, but with anger and contempt. We embraced this, and so we became The Damned. With The Damned behind him, Tenebris led the battle against the gods and his former brothers. A battle that came to be known as the Clash of the Titans.
We were defeated. Tenebris fell imprisoned, and the army crumbled. The gods created the Marids to hunt us down. Those who stayed together died, the Marids excelled at tracking groups. We who survived had to isolate ourselves, but that wasn't enough, the Marids could sense us. It left us with only one choice, we had to give up the majority of our powers. We kept only the powers that were necessary to our survival: our ability to conceal ourselves in humanoid shells, our longevity, and our resistance to fire (as creatures of fire we had grown accustomed to dwelling in some rather warm places, such as volcanoes). It was a great sacrifice, as now we could be harmed by mortal weapons and forces; but we soon discovered several benefits to it. We were left with no more traces of magic than the common human, so the Marids could no longer track us. In addition, we could no longer be bound to servitude as easily as our brethren.
And so we lived for many years. Being forced to live among the humans made every day seem an eternity. How long was it? Centuries? Millenia? Countless years living for what . . . for The Vision. Though there were few of us remaining, word spread quickly of what The Prophet had seen. The return of Tenebris the Fallen, and the demise of the humans and our brothers who would protect them. And since that day, we have waited; training our mortal bodies. So that we may once again fight at the side of our leader. So that the human civilization will finally come to the end it is so deserving of. So that we may finally see the rise, of The Fallen.
Through great effort, The Damned are able to put on a relatively realistic human form for some time. However, their long years of isolation and anger has taken its toll on their eyes. Most Damned are incapable of conjuring human-like eyes, even when in disguise. Their inner fire spirit shows itself with red, yellow, orange, or black pupils; which can be tiny slits or encompass the entire eye. With minimal effort, The Damned are able to contain their spirits to a humanoid shell. The fact that they hid in places like volcanoes for so long has taken its toll on this shell though. Their skin has been damaged by the extreme heat; usually ranging between a dull white, ashen gray, or even charred black.
Known Damned:
