Nyrgoth

Nyrgoth

Relatives	Adrian (Mother), Nero (Father), Stenwald (Cousin)
Languages	Abyssal, Common, Infernal
Affiliations	The Hellraisers, The Ten Hells
Aliases	The Lord of Dis
Marital Status	Dating
Place of Birth	Dis
Species	Tiefling (Former), Archdevil (Current)
Gender	Male
Eye Color	Gold

Nyrgoth (or just Nyr) is a Tiefling Cleric and later the Archdevil ruler of the Second Layer of the Ten Hells, Dis. He was a player character in the D&D 5e campaign The Paragon Protocol.

Physical Appearance

Before their ascension, Nyr was a blue Tiefling with short curly blue hair and short horns, with the left horn cut in half after a childhood accident. They had gleaming golden eyes with deep bags under them from months of being overworked. They wear basic utilitarian infernal office workers cloths over infernal chainmail, his cloths stained with ash and reeking of cigarette smoke. It is rare that he is ever seen without a cigarette in his hands.

After ascending to becoming an archdevil, their infernal features become more prominent, and he swapped out his drab office uniform for gaudy and expensive robes, though they still smelled of cigarettes.

Personality

Nyr is the embodiment of the banality of evil. While on the surface he is lazy and apathetic, beneath he is deeply passionate about his interests to the point of obsession, and all this combined allow his to enable great acts of evil without even batting an eye. But this does not mean he is unnecessarily cruel, as above all else he desires order, and will do anything to keep it and to get what he wants. He is also a prisoner of his vices, enjoying chocking down cigarette smoke and drowning in his booze.

History

Every member of society has a role to play. My parents were assistants to the regional torturer. My father's parents were missionaries to the material plane, preaching the Bad Word and spreading greed and lust. My mother's parents were also assistants to the regional torturer, which is how my mom got her job and eventually my dad. I know I have a role to play. I thought that role was assisting the regional torturer, but it was so boring. Sure, the first time you see someone's intestines pulled out of their urethra it's almost a religious experience. The euphoria at knowing you've helped make those screams seems like it will last forever. But then you've got to do paperwork. Oh my fucking god, the paperwork. But paperwork keeps everything orderly. How can you keep track of who has been tortured, who needs to be tortured, and what torture supplies you're running low on etc without paperwork? Then you find out that you can't use the 28 gauge wire anymore but instead you've got to use the 14 gauge, which even with a healthy dose of lubricant is really difficult to get into the hole, and not because leadership thinks the extra pain is worth the effort but because some fucking asshole sales rep convinced the inventory manager--who's never done a day of torture in his life--that we'd be fools to not use the 14 gauge. And no matter how many torture experts tell fucking Tisamon the fucking inventory manager that 14 is no good, he's dead set on it, and he's got leadership's ear. Rinse and repeat for a few years. Scream. Paperwork. Politics. Scream. Paperwork. Politics. Scream.Paperwork.Politics. Scrapertics. You get the idea. Eventually the screams seem somehow less. And you may keep at it for a while, because hey, a screams a scream, and you're doing your part to keep society going. But after a few years...after a few years you dread getting out of bed because you already know who's going to scream when and how and then you're still going to have to do the paperwork.  

I applied to a new position to study the abyss. The abyss is supposedly devoid of order, but that can't be true. There's order everywhere, otherwise none of this shit would make sense. Hell, there's even an order to Tisamon the fucking inventory manager and his 14 gauge wire, it's just an uninspired and old order. There's got to be order to the abyss, but folks on this side of the styx are too stuck in their ways to see it. I've always wanted to be the one to prove it's there, so I know I should be excited that I got the job. But it's just so damn hard to care about anything anymore.

But after months of working in Dispater's Office of Abyssal Observance, they shut the office down! Then when i didn't think things could get worse, Dispater's brute of a son, Balgoor, busted in with his thugs, announcing they they would be engaging in "hostile restructuring." Those that weren't killed outright were filed away in Dispater's private collection. Apparently the Abyss vanished? I fear I would have been killed to, but then I was saved by an angel...

Read The Story of the Paragon Protocol to follow Nyrgoth's story.

Powers and Abilities

Armed with clerical abilities drawn from the Hells themself, Nyrgoth had the powers of the Hells at his fingertips, able to heal and harm alike. His most frequent spell was Spiritual Weapon, where he would summon a massive spectral cigarette.

Relationships

The Hellraisers

• Aliria Servine
• Aivan Factorovich
• Balaam
• Atlas
• Endine di Valpadana
• Sylphine Nightfall

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