The Drill-Master

"Show me your guts, maggots! This is what you were bred for!"
Drill-Master, drilling recruits.

The Hellion Drill-Master of Mako Marith's Battle-Camp is known only as this, "Drill-Master". Many of his students speculate as to what his actual name might be, perhaps something very long, or a name so embarassing he would never reveal it, or perhaps a Demon like him need no name to inspire terror. Whatever the case, Drill-Master lives up to the name of his profession. Unforgiving, loud, and very fond of training drills.
Despite his small size, Drill-Master can count on his wealth of experience on the battlefield and his mastery of earth-related magic to put even the toughest students into submission. They may they gang up on him only to find their posteriors vigorously kicked back into the fold, with more laps on their menu in return for the failed attempt. Even losing an eye and half a leg didn't mean anything to this pain-loving teacher. At least that is how he presents himself.
Drill-Master has come to serve as an example. His professionnalism has produced thousands of devoted soldiers to the Demon Legion. His full-time duties prevent him from fighting monsters to evolve one day. Surprisingly, Drill-Master doesn't see that as a problem. Transforming into an Archdemon would "Unbalance me and I'd have to start my training all over again." according to his words.

Mental characteristics

Personal history

"That bastard ate so much pain on the battlefields he thinks he can vomit it right down our throat." An exhausted Third-Year Battle-Schooler

A veteran Hellion who fought against Humans and Legas since he was 12 years old. Being born outside a Breeding-Citadel allowed the future Drill-Master to lie on his resume. The scars he earned on and outside the battlefield earned him the respect of his fellows. His loud and inspired mouth also gave him some privacy when needed.
As squad-leader of a small Dactil solely because of his appearance and temper, he managed to score good kills but got injured every time he did so. At 21 years old and missing too many body parts, he took an early retirement to serve as instructor, then a Drill-Master for battle-schools.
Two City-States received his violent brand of training, each thanking him for the example before letting him follow his wishes of doing the same to the next demonic city. He served in Mako Marith for a good seven years now, and it looks like he's here to stay. A bad news for the Red Citadel students, but not for the Legion who like receiving tamed hot-heads fresh from the perfect Drill-Master himself.

Employment

Drill-Master,. So long has he worked here that the word "Maggots!" is a word that sends nightmare what half the Legion .

Social

Family Ties

Not member of any clan, Drill-Master is also an orphan whose mother deposited in the Red Citadel without recording her informations. As such, his workplace is his home and the staff is his family.

Religious Views

If gods exist, they reward effort, that much is true. They also certainly don't want you to laze around in praise. In conclusion; "Pray while you run, maggots!"

Wealth & Financial state

Drill-Master spends his savings exclusively to improve his working conditions. On rare occasions, he joins other instructors to drink or visit the The Name Pit for fights. He is no gambler, and has amassed enough to sustain himself to the end of his days.

Current Location

Blood-Camp

Species

Hellion

Ethnicity

Imperial

Life

521 AS 564 AS 43 years old

Birthplace

Mako Marith, Glorious mold of warriors.

Current Residence

The Red Citadel, Forge of Empires

Gender

male

Height

1.38 m

Weight

78 kg