Title: The Mad Angel
Appearance: Standing tall at 7 feet, the Mad Angel is a thing to behold. Razor sharp teeth, glowing yellow eyes, skin purple as venom and flowing black hair, reaching all the way down to the middle of its back. It resembles a human in the way its body is shaped, but not much else otherwise. A sharp nose, wearing what looks like something a roman god would wear, just red in color. It's got six pairs of wings, all demonic looking ones. Sharp nails on its fingers more resembling claws, dark red in color. Always with a grin of madness on its face and a look that tells you it's up to no good.
Personality: It is not to be trusted, that much is for sure. It still makes sure to treat its own Champion well enough, but you never know what will or could happen. Cackling whenever it could, shouting in rage whenever things wouldn't go like it wanted them to, or just not bothering if it didn't feel like it. Its mind was twisted because of the change and it says what's on its mind, more often than not unpleasant or rude things. Get close to it at your own risk, but be prepared for whatever madness stands in front of you, for it can change in the blink of an eye, if not faster. It's ruthless in whatever it takes on, and doesn't care who or what gets in the way, apart from maybe its Champion.
Who they used to be: The Mad Angel used to be a man in his late thirties in the year 2210. With the rapid increase in technology and its advancements, it was no wonder that things were seemingly going well. Although there were machines doing work there, people were still doing most of the jobs. Machines were just doing the more dangerous ones. The man we're talking about, though, wasn't so lucky. There were rare cases of jobless people, but they were still there. And they were taken care of, just not in a fatal way. This one man had thought he'd be able to do so much more than he had. But he didn't regret the choices he made in life. After a while, he started doing acts on the streets. He wasn't a terrible singer nor was he a bad actor. It didn't make him much, seeing as money was all going through electronically these days. But it gave him joy, which he thought was more important, though sometimes he had breakdowns and didn't feel like doing anything. He still had some dreams he wanted to make happen. Some of those dreams were just fantasies, and others were dreams that could come true. He also had a lot of imagination, but sometimes not the memory to back it up. However, one day, everything changed as he was transformed while having one of his rare breakdowns where he had his wild imagination run, and basically transformed into what his mind wished for him to be because of the breakdown. Though he was no longer a he, but an it.
Dominions: Madness, chaos and destruction.
Domain: A world of chaos and madness, one could say. It could be your kind of place, should you like dismembered bodies strewn onto the walls like decorations, hearts of numerous sizes and shapes hanging from ceilings and other places on the outside alongside a few lemons here and there, because why not. Filled with peculiar smells to throw you off and make you unable to actually detect what it is. Walls with holes in them, large enough to walk through, but not necessarily straight onwards, so you might need to walk sideways or even tilting a bit. It's a city in ruins, built to make anyone miserable except the ones who truly are mad. And at the heart of it all is a tower built from machines. Many openings on the outside of it. Whether they are windows or were meant to be doors is unknown to anyone, even the Mad Angel. A throne sits at the top room of the tower, with a large opening for the Mad Angel to enter via flight, because it'd just be madness to try and walk up all those stairs. Eyeballs fly all around the domain, keeping an eye on things, watching whether madness is being followed or not.
Minions:
Clown Creepers: These things follow the Mad Angel at every command. Dressed up as your typical clowns, though they look like twisted versions of clowns, some even having two heads, though all take after the Mad Angel with having glowing eyes and sharp teeth. You never see one who isn't either chuckling or laughing out loud. Their special attacks are something they themselves call a punchline. The clown creepers make a noise to attract a target, then punch their targets as spikes come out of their knuckles to deal more damage to their target.
Jester Mages: You could call them funny. You could. If you wanted a face made of pain right afterwards. These things shouldn't be messed with as they have spells with which to deal with whatever they deem fit for needing to be dealt with. Laugh at them? Feel as your skin melts off. Point and stare? Say goodbye to your brain as it leaks out of your ears. Look at them funny? Your eyes will get inverted so you will only ever see the inside of your head. Their appearance is that of a jester from a fairy tale, with the hat that has bells on them, wearing bright colors
Harlequins: These lovely ladies will make you wish you hadn't met them, if you'll even get the chance to see them. Specializing in stealth, they will make sure that you'll never want to leave your house and look around paranoid as if you just saw or heard something giggling far away. They have the most fun when they make their targets mad from not knowing who is doing these things to them. They have a special gas for you should you be lucky enough to be their prey for the day that will blind you and cause you to itch all over. It doesn't sound deadly, but throw in the fact that this thing will actually burn you up from the inside, you'll see just how deadly it is. Or not, since you'll be blind anyway.
Fallen One: Made in the Mad Angel's image, but not so much that you would confuse them, Fallen Ones are quite deadly. They're fast. They're strong. They don't care if you plead innocent or try to fight them. You will get trashed. They like to taunt their foes, then rip them to pieces if they can. And if they can't, they will damn well continue their assault on you. Though they might change their tactics based on whether they think the situation calls for a physical assault or a mental one, because they are adapt at making others succumb to madness with their silver tongues and frequency in their voices. They're just as prone to fits of madness as their creator, and will obey it to death, and maybe further if it decides to revive them for no reason.
Interventions: It should be noted that none of these will work on the Mad Angel and its creations.
Shriek of Madness - Its Champion is allowed to use the same shriek the Mad Angel likes to use to make others go into fits of madness. It's quite effective and could even make its targets permanently mad.
The Chaos Within - The Champion is turned into the very image of chaos, a giant demonic creature hellbent on destroying anything and everything.
For Better Destruction - When you absolutely must destroy everything in sight. This will make the Champion not stop destroying until they run out of energy or the Mad Angel says so. The Champion gains enhanced strength, stamina and agility at the cost of losing control over themselves for as long as possible, though without the worry of turning mad like the Mad Angel and its creations.
Champion: The Mordred
Other: It should be noted that the Mad Angel's voice can go from being a shriek when it's cackling and otherwise being in a jolly mood, to being deep and almost demonic if you get it angry.
