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Original Name: Unknown
Current Name: Trenobel
Age: Unknown
Race: Ketsueki Elf
Faction: Power Wielder Static Ex-Declared Villain Tier 3 (10,000 ~ 100,000)
IRL Years of Existence: 4 (Approved on June 21st, 2002)

Appearance

Trenobel is a very tall and thick-boned man, standing a good mark over seven feet and with hands large enough to grab the entire front half of a normal person's head. He has felt the withering touch of time; while his body seems to dwell endlessly in the realm of middle age, his hair is straight and ghostly white, and it reaches to his mid back. As hallmarks from his long departed race, his ears are pronouncedly pointed, his teeth seem like they have been filed to points, and the way he looks at a man makes him think he'll suddenly leap from his spot to devour him without warning.

Trenobel is usually seen, even when he sleeps, in full platemail regalia (minus a headpiece when not actually fighting), with his enormous greatsword in hand or strapped somewhere to his body. His armor is bulky and laden with spikes, inflating his already enormous and formidable figure.

Fighting Style

This cannibal revels in the chaos of warfare, and has had millenia to perfect his commanding and battling abilities. While other leaders with power might seek to bolster their troops with all manner of protections and reinforcements, Trenobel would instead tear them down -- those of his enemies', that is -- sending a morale-crushing image into their minds as he sends dozens of their comrades into the air in a single swing, and then guts another with naught but his mouth. He breathes in their fear and feeds it to his own destructive nature, creating a vicious cycle certain to break the backbone of many a well-trained army.

And that's before he merges with an old demonic ally, transforming into a demidemon, and turning the battlefield into a great, hellish inferno.

Background

Aeons ago, the Ketsueki Elves were a scourge of an otherwise relatively peaceful, medieval-era civilization, on a planet in a distant galaxy. They were dark, cannibalistic elves that frequently raided their neighbors, the peaceful Medetai Elves. They dwelled in great, hidden, underground caverns, worshipped frightful creatures, and unfortunately for their advancement, they constantly quarelled and fought amongst one another. Trenobel was a high-ranking commander among them, and was close to exactly the kind of wretched creature every Ketsueki was raised to be like.

The Ketsueki tribe was eventually slaughtered in a long, bloody war, ordered by the King of the Medetai Elves. However, even as the armies advanced on his black kin, Trenobel led a slew of trained assassins into the heart of the fair people's capital city, where they ambushed the King in his own castle and ate him alive, mere moments before reinforcement guards arrived to kill the lot of them. Trenobel did not escape.

Because of his unspeakably cruel and evil deeds, however, the ruthless cannibal caught the eye of the higher demons in Hell, and was selected to have his soul demonically tainted, and given immortal form. He became known as Trenobel, the Pointy. Though he began as a mere footsoldier amongst legions of the Nether's best, Trenobel's keen, experienced intellect caught on to the churning and flowing of battles. Other demons quickly learned that the ex-elf had an eye for where the enemy line was most likely to break, and so they followed him, hoping to share in his glory. The followers amassed, and soon the fallen one had unwilling command of half of the horde he was a member of.

As demons with power are, Trenobel's superiors were loathe to promote their lessers. However, with subordinates who happily insubordinated to join their fellow demon in a breaking surge, they had no choice but to quickly move him up the ranks. After nearly two thousand years of battles that spanned galaxies, universes, and dimensions, Trenobel reached the esteemed rank of Lower Demonlord of War -- only a handful of steps away from the high ruler of the Nether, himself. He posessed a great pocket dimension of his very own, filled with screeching, vicious imps that obeyed his every beck and call. He had every intention of continuing up the ladder, but fate had other things planned for him.

After hearing of a lead on the legendary Dragonballs, Trenobel leapt at the opportunity to lead the assault on Earth. He was advised that Earth's people were no pushovers, despite how they appeared, and that he ought to share command of the assault with a second legion and it's commander. He wouldn't hear of it. He would only continue to be in the burning spotlight of the most important demons so long as he accomplished extraordinary things with minimal help. If he could conquer Earth and bring the Dragonballs to his masters, it would almost guarantee him a place on the High Demonlord Council.

However, he failed. The people of Earth, unaccustom to having demons running about on their planet freely, reacted radically to Trenobel's presence and trounced him with their unprecedented powers. The High Demonlords were not pleased, but they afforded him a second chance, since the seasoned war mongerer now had more experience than most, the accumulated army to complete the task, and a secret opportunity to which only he was privy. He followed the Earth fighters to New Namek and once again made a play for the amber balls, only to be silenced even quicker and more one-sidedly than before.

He had expended all of the Nether's very limited patience. Trenobel was stripped of his command and ordered to be wracked for a millenium for the humiliation brought to his superiors. However, his pain and blood only strengthened his rage. He became one of the only few creatures to ever escape the Nether's clutches. He immediately attempted to surround himself in the security of Earth -- he knew of their power, and that even his superiors would not dare to follow him. However, he was already followed, by a half-demon named Cesto Sphalerite, and he didn't appreciate Trenobel intruding on his turf. With hell-forged weapons, Cesto smote the escapee once and for all, sapping his power with each stroke of his sword. Once weakened, the Nether subtly reclaimed their posession, and decided that an even more severe reprimand was in order.

Trenobel was unbefitting of demonhood, they asserted. They retrieved his old, mortal form -- that of the Ketsueki Elf he once was -- and implanted his soul back into it along with a fragment of demonic magics in his brain that incessantly drove him to his basest instincts and insanity. Nightly, he incoherently preyed upon the weak, feasting on the destitute and those weaker power wielders with poor judgement. He even clashed with the Padre Stefan Asteriadis, Earth's local demon banisher. There was a short alliance with a more forthright demon known as Cailia, but she quickly abandoned her ally for her own safety.

Eventually, Trenobel's reign of terror ended when an elite member of ARCHIE III's security taskforce thwarted an attack upon a public park, capturing him and dragging him into the station's hold. There, the cause of his insanity was eventually located, and the station's resident surgeon removed the demonic fragment from his head. With a renewed, calm sense of being, and his intelligence restored, Trenobel managed to convince ARCHIE's personnel that he was wholly afflicted by the madness and violence he had posessed before, and that he was cured of it all. They set him free, and the crafty elf immediately set to work on regaining his lost glory, once again.

He met up with an old, overlooked kitsune acquaintance from his demoning days -- Alisa Eclipse -- and convinced the rut-bound demon to aspire for something greater, at his side. The two of them quested into D'hennex, and through manners both dishonest and wicked, raised a large force of demonically augmented resistance fighters. With them, he uprooted the region which is now known as Fel Nobel, and claimed it for his own from the powers of An-Yneaith and the Demosthene Ascendancy. From his newfound throne, he continues to plot, and subtly pick away at the united tribes of men, until the time is right for him to make a leap into yet another chapter of his twisted, abominable life.