The Showrunner

God-king [Redacted] [Redacted]

History

The Weaponsmith: (4977 AS - 4985 AS)

The early years of the merfolk calling himself 'the Weaponsmith' were shrouded in mystery.
Nobody in the Underground knew where the strange suspect came from, how he got called or what was his aspirations.
But as the Underground was filled to the brim with strange and shady suspects, nobody cared to look further into the history of that skilled smith; all they knew was that he most likely originated out of the Squa'osa Archipelago based on the Weaponsmiths unique accent.
The mer quickly made himself a name rebuilding existing firearms into far more efficient and deadly variants, setting up weapons with never before seen failsafe preventing misuse against the user and all in all creating fine weapons and armoury for the mercenaries and slavers of that filthy place.
One thing that set the Weaponsmith however apart from most of the thugs and criminals residing in the Deadbeat Caverns was his quite clear antipathy against holding slaves.

"Yes...I could save money if I buy some slaves to help me in my workshop.
And yes, I pay my assistants a fair amount.
Do I have to put aside all my morals if I work here?
Now buy something, leave or feel my hellfire cannon...slaver."

The Weaponsmith

The Weaponsmith was a calm and inconspicuous man with a knack for haggling. He accumulated a decent wealth being one of the most innovative and creative minds of his craft. But behind that foul grin of his, behind those glowing brown eyes laid a different persona eager to break forth. The first signs of the true aspirations of the merfolk got unveiled after he returned from a business trip to his home country his satchels full of strange assortments of metal pieces.
Pieces he had molten down to integrate them into illegal altered Etherian arm augmentations. One day his scaly arms were gone, replaced with the prosthetics forged by him in his workshop. Moreso his whole body was now enhanced with a coat of the strange metal his assistants had injected under his skin turning his green scales pale.
The Weaponsmith was up to something great, and his best customers started spreading rumours about that, rumours that got true mere months later...

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Challenging a goddess: (4985 AS)

One day the mer left the underground city through the portal leading to Temez, armed with an assortment of guns and a large blade accompanied by three of his Kobold assistants carrying the ammo of the guns. The rumours about that changed mer reached a peak these days with people talking about him finally having lost it. The following coup couldn't be of a more elaborate and genius fashion. Having surveilled the legal department of Temez [Redacted] had a pretty clear picture of when his target was alone and fairly unguarded residing in the underground botanic garden.
His target: Justitia, the goddess of Law and Order.
His goal: Slaying the goddess to announce his future reign, a megalomaniac plan of his to take over and reform the Underground in his vision.

The golden golem enjoyed her usual time-out after a long session of housing in the law department speaking with all her underlings directing further steps. The botanic grove of hers was just enough in providing a soothing atmosphere to let the stressed Eternal rest for a tiny moment. A digital interference sounding like a long sigh escaped her speakers as she suddenly heard something that immediately booted up her weapon systems. The sound of two high calibre sniper bullets simultaneously punching through Justitia's shoulders disabling her rocket array in a single swipe:

"Interesting...someone has done their homework. But that was a pointless attempt to weaken me. We are underground, I couldn't have used my explosives either way without some major destruction. Now...", one arm of Justitia reformed into a massive blade, "Show yourself, adversary. Show me who is foolish enough to challenge divinity?"

A high grown merfolk in hooded light armour engulfed completely in a strange greenish flame stepped out of the shadows openly announcing his presence raising his sword against the godly robot:

"Justitia! You will serve as the soil of my future I will plant my empire on! I challenge you to show me your worst, tin bucket! The Showrunner will be a name to rise to the top and you will be my first stepping stool!"

But the goddess only broke out in loud laughter after seeing the green flames:

"An arcanist dares to threaten me? Be my guest...Showrunner! Let us see if you even can touch my Zabrit body without collapsing. The first strike is free before I will bring you to justice!"

But the wild smile of him, who called himself Showrunner rendered Justitia's words to sound more concerned than anything.
(...)

It was a fight featuring everything both parties had to offer, and due to Justitia's godly pride, nobody dared to interfere.
The Showrunner seemed to be completely unaffected by the high quantities of Zabrit molten in the Eternal's body confirming the goddesses fears rendering her feeling fear for the first time since centuries.
In a blazing inferno of green flames, the spectators suddenly saw frightening scenery unravelling in front of them.
Justitia got...beheaded by the challenger, whose head resided now in the furious grip of the immortal crushing it and slamming the mer into the ground.
A sudden array of smoke grenades got ignited and the Kobolds rescued the beaten criminal and claimed the head of the goddess before vanishing back to the portal to the Deadbeat Caverns.

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The god-king, the Showrunner: (4985 - present)

While the Showrunner's Kobolds organized everything to get him back to health and veiling his identity behind the threatening-looking single-eyed head augmentation, the Underground experienced a second spring. The bold act of [Redacted] made waves in the whole criminal milieu; in the whole world and countless people started to see within the Showrunner more than he actually was.
After getting healthy again, the criminal bosses of the underground proposed him the position he desired; the boss of the Underground.

"Challenging the Counsel was only the first step of my plan, my dear Na'taya.
That was an arguably quite stupid plan, which however resulted in exactly what I needed: Respect!
I have finally access to the contacts and the funds to achieve my two major goals.
Firstly becoming a true dark god of the counsel; fighting the Eternals was just one step, I wanna become one and rule over the world they won't dare to touch.
And secondly. I wanna end Slavery as our main business.
It is a barbaric way and rightfully hated by Justitia and by me likewise.
And to turn our...toxic relationship into mutual respect I will crush that, what she despises with every fibre of her smooth golden body."

Arcane Abilities

It is highly speculated, that the Showrunner has gotten this ability from birth combining the liberated spirit companions of his late grandparents. One of the Fire and one of the Poison Arcanum each, which resulted in the exotic power of the green flame.
Corruption Pyromancer: Spell-list

Inferno of the Abyss:

The waterproof flame has already devoured countless buildings especially as firetrucks only managed to further feed the flame.

To put out the cursed vermin you have to battle fire with even more fire.

The undying flame:

The cursed flame burns eternally fully ignoring the laws of physics restricting normal fire. The Showrunner, however, is able to mentally put out any fire created by him, and that with the power of a mere thought.
He can freely control his flames, directing how high it will burn, if and when it spreads and when it should actually hurt the victim instead of scaring the living hell out of them.
That is his preferred method of torment whenever he is bored.

Cursed aura:

Your everyday flame cloak but highly receptible to the caster's emotions. The flames explode up in a reddish-green inferno when the god-king is furious and retreat into a lime gentle sizzling when he appears calm. A necessary accessory to decorate his head and shoulders when going into public.

"Wouldnt go to the throne room now if I were you.
The entire palace is currently set ablaze being ignited by the god-king's furious anger."

Personality Characteristics

Motivation

Being cursed/blessed with a drive to rise to the very top, to gain control over the world to undergo real changes, the persona of the Showrunner got forged. A ruthless god-king to unite the Underground, to take the lead over the world unguided by the Eternal Counsel. But that wasn't enough for him, he wanted more. Stripping away his mortality he wanted to rise up as the Eternal boss of the lawless, a dark god of the Counsel being the law to the lawless. To expunge the evergrowing issue of Slavery and sate his evergrowing hunger for absolute power.

To acquire, however, the plans of turning himself immortal, he organized 4997 AS the big gig recruiting criminal masterminds from all over the globe to undergo the unthinkable: A heist to break into the Cleansing Lighthouse, the realm of the gods.

"An interesting proposition, master Showrunner.
But the involvement of the timeless thieves will cost you greatly. No less than twenty favours of you written in the The Book of Debts or you will have to renounce on our involvement."

Furor Opilio (4997 AS)

Current Location

Deadbeat Caverns

Species

Merfolk

Conditions

• Tainted

Date of Birth

06.06.

Year of Birth

4960 AS 38 Years old

Circumstances of Birth

[Redacted]

Pronouns

He/Him

Gender

male

Eyes

formerly brown, now one large mechanical green eye.

Skin Tone/Pigmentation

pale green scales

Height

2.01 m

Weight

110 kg

Aligned Organization

The Underground

Ruled Locations

• Underground - The third city

Slavery

For reasons unknown the Showrunner seemingly despises any act of Slavery or fraternising with slavers in any way. As 'the Weaponsmith' he paid his employees and treated them right after the given law-rulings of the surface, he even refrained from paying his loyal Kobold smiths less than the full amount.
As Showrunner he had to show a false persona to the outside keeping the loyalty of the Underground behind the god-king's aspirations. Meaning he had to openly accept the slavery business going on in that filthy place. He still secretly used his position to slowly weaken the grip of that disgusting business on his future realm.

"As you wished boss.
We made it look like an accident, and nobody will find out how that idiot truly died.
People will think that his slaves broke free having had their bloody revenge on their owner.
If you need us call my sis, I...will have to clean myself now from all that blood and guts."

Regor Trestl

Na'taya Almmond

"A token of obedience by the Silver King?
Quite a heavy, large and...moving box?
...
You gotta be kidding me, right?
Regor? Tell me please that this is only a sick joke.
Why is there a bound and naked lamia coiled to a package in the box?
...
What do you mean with I have to accept her as my slave?
To establish his loyalty to me? To gain control over the Triumvirate?
I would rather turn that king into a steaming pile of-

The Showrunner raging

On the first day of being called the Showrunner, a package containing the youngest daughter of So'teyo van Almmond arrived in the Showrunner's place.
Fully prepared to be a slave of his the Silver King expected to see her crawling at his feet the next time he goes public.
Being disgusted by the mere thought and feeling sorry for the constant pain in the Lamia's now maimed hands that was indirectly his fault, he was about to change his plans altogether in favour of massacring this cruel monster publicly to set an example, as Na'taya suggested a different approach: Immediately understanding he was the type who wouldn't ever willingly hurt or abuse her, she agreed on acting along in public as his own to maintain his image and power over her traitorous father.
This convincing act was enough to earn the goodwill and loyality from the Underground's slaver families as well.

In private, however, the Showrunner granted his forced roommate every wish she desired for and tried every medicine he got his claws on trying to soothe the pain in Na'tays's hands. A relationship, that was prone to eventually develop deeper and deeper as the years progressed with both being prisoners of expectations growing together through it.

A delegation of Scorzosa's aristocracy is awaiting you, love.
I will move your appointments to make room for the meeting.
We will do as we trained it already many times, alright?
If I wiggle my tail tip, you will know they want to fool us.
I can smell filthy liars from a mile away.
...
Showtime! Treat me as if you own me. Make it convincing.
You can repay me later in snuggles."

Na'taya (4994 AS)