Know that in the past few RPGs I've signed up for I haven't...participated as much as I've wanted to, but the holidays should give me time to clear my head. Hope it's okay.

Name: Iao Tzelmoth (“Iao the Great”)
Gender: Male
Age: 29
Species: Human
Position: Prophet; servant of “The True God”
Appearance: Although young, Iao’s face and demeanor seems to belong to a man twice his age. Most of the time, a slight twisted smile can be seen to play on his lips, as if recalling a joke that only he knows. Long dirty blonde hair falls just short of caressing his shoulders. Short stubbles dot his chin. His highest virtues (or vices, in his standards) are his two star-like blue eyes. His skin is slightly on the pale side, as if he hasn’t seen the sun in about a week. Despite all of this, he is considered devilishly handsome, but only by those who’ve seen him face to face. Taller than most men, Iao holds a commanding air, as if expecting people to jump with a snap of his fingers. Slim, he nevertheless appears to have appropriate muscle, though only when it suits him. He wears no armor, expecting no one to challenge him. Expecting it. All he wears is a long snow-white wool robe, with a red Latin cross on the back of it. It appears very uncomfortable.
Personality: Twisted, malicious, and hypocritical. Iao is all of these; made worse by the fact the he speaks “For God”. All is false and hollow. He hates life, and all of those who side with it, or anything in it. His personality is very chaotic, fluxing between a self-righteous holy man, and a suicidal maniac. At best, he can be seen as having no emotion, or thought of any kind. He is quite mad. He considers all of the things of the world; all pleasure, all joy, all happiness, to be things sent by the Demons (see History) to distract all “good and holy people” from the “truth”. All of these things are swallowed up and melded into a flaming sort by Iao the Great’s one true emotion: ambition. Anyone who is not with him is a servant of the demons.
Side: None (His own)
History: Once upon a time, Iao Tzelmoth was known as one of the greatest composers and musicians of the cities. Too bad nobody knew his name though…

The man known as Iao the Great, Prophet of the “True Creator”, rose to power in almost unknowable time. His following grew like, “thunder and lightning, in seven days”. His name spread throughout the realm of men, prompting ordinary people to murder in his name. Iao the Great had a new message, that the so-called gods who lived in the mountains were nothing more than idols. At best, they are demons, at worst, some kind of twisted monsters of the world. He told of a “True God”, creator of the world. Some said that Iao was this god, while others…they worshipped him as the Lord of Lights. As he plunges the world into chaos, only one last thing is what he wishes for. The Gods will bow to him. And he will plough the ground with a sword.
Relations: Relationships of the flesh are, “beneath him”.
Other: A master of a string type instrument, like a harp, and the flute.

Hope I didn't screw anything up [please don't shoot me...]^_-