I spent a lot of time trying to think of some dramatic opening...a poetic lead in that would leave the audience stunned and dying for more. Then, I realized I'm Satanstryfe...and if my past had been all that jazz, my bio wouldn't be nearly so interesting. In any case, here goes the story of Satan...
Once upon a time, Dethstryk and Lady Death had wild, rampant sex. I�m the result.
Along with my twin brother, Diablostryk, I was born to the Queen of vT and the Head of the Stryk family. I was aged to about 5 soon after my birth , and later on I was aged again by my brother Shaytan, to 18 years of age.
I was given my rapier by my mother, and offered the invitation to join the Gunslingers, or vT as its Prince-in-tags. There�s always been something about the �slingers, with me. I�m not really sure what it is, either, but they have an odd charisma about them...and it stands to be told that I came very close to dedicating my life to the cause alongside my brothers and extended family. It came down to either joining or staying an independent, and for reasons still largely unknown I went on my own...which lead to where I stand today, more or less.
That choice made, I picked up my first set of guns...two Beretta 9�s, law-enforcement issue. People may argue that they don�t pack enough of a punch, that 9 millimeters aren�t flashy enough. They can carry around all the assault rifles, .50 cals, and bazookas they want...all I know is that those two guns hold a total of 22 shots, counting the rounds in the chambers, and they�ve never jammed on me or put me into a situation where I�ve desired something stronger. The power of the recoil, the unerring trajectory, and the speed at which I can loose successive shots...there�s no other feel like that. God I love my Berettas...perhaps that�s why I�ve still got them.
The moment I entered the pub at age 18, fate grabbed me by the collar...and the bastard�s dealt me one hell of a hand to play, that�s for sure. Perhaps it was stryk charisma, perhaps it was something inherent...for whatever the reason, I drew attention like a phosphorous flare against a black sky. Not that I can complain, though...I bask in such things. I carried a charm with the ladies, and that�s what lead directly to my fate concerning the stryks.
One of my own nieces, the daughter of my older brother Shaytan, took a severe liking to me for whatever reason...though it lead to an obsession which may only be described as lust. After I repeatedly turned her down, she went ice-cold and refused to speak to me...which I accepted, deciding I�d rather have that then her constant hit-ons. Little did I know, she wasn�t done with me...no, my niece altered her features, hair color, height, weight, and age...and seduced me. Indeed, we �did the deed� while she was in her assumed form...and she subsequently reverted out of my presence. Later, she approached me...telling me she was pregnant with my child, and ordering me to leave my family to be with her. I told her no, that I wouldn�t at all stand for this...and that I would always stand with my family. Well, her lies were fed to my own mother...and I was informed that word was being spread through the stryk family like wild fire, telling each and every last one of my family members that I had raped my 15 year old niece. For whatever reason, almost all were quick to blame the errant prince...and when my brother Diablo and a few others stood ready to defend my name, I told them not to bother. In a bout of rage(the first of many), I told my mother exactly what I thought of her and her finger-pointing...and I removed myself from her family by my own accord, before she could lift a finger to strip me.
Things quieted down momentarily, but soon the stryks were at my heels...ordering me to change my name entirely, as I was no longer one of them. I lashed out in retort, defending that it was indeed my name that I had been born into, and after a short time they again fell silent. Little did I know what awaited me...perhaps the greatest betrayal I�ve ever suffered at the hands of the stryks.
Within a matter of weeks, I got wind from various family members who still considered me kin about my mother�s latest project. The crazed bitch had created her �perfect son,� a stand-in by the name of Viperstryk who suddenly carried all my birthrights and titles. It was said that an exorcism had been performed on my body...and that somehow I was some demon that had been pulled out of Viper. Ha! If they wanted me to personify a demon, the rage they unleashed should�ve proved more to their liking than it actually was. I went straight to the source and confronted Viper on his own terms. At first I threatened the hell out of him, but he only countered with like words. After a while I sat down, and explained every aspect of the past to him. Within 45 minutes, Viper had consented to die.
Before all assembled in the arena, Viper and Satan walked to the center. They took a stance, and Satan shifted his weight back, bracing himself. Viper�s body disintegrated in a flare of white flames, and his very soul sped to Satan...where it was absorbed, and bound. Confirms were made, numbering 8 total if my memory serves me well, but still the stryks denied Satan�s birthright and that he was anything more than an infestation of their true son. Yes--you guessed it!--they created another Viper.
As the stryks had issued their KoS on me, and numerous clans such as LsT and vT had followed suit, I saw no other alternative but to depart in exile. It hadn�t been bad at first...my skill was known and few cared enough to trifle with my anger...but after a while, my adversaries began becoming more daring. One morning I ventured into the pub, still rubbing the sleep from my eyes, and 2 vT clansmen assaulted me, aided by a LsT. I took out the LsT and had three hits on one of the vT, but I�d taken 3 hits by that point...so I vanished, and left the room. I didn�t return for 6 months.
During that exile, I wandered the very planes...shifting at one point into Cirinoc, the realm that contains the Halls of Epiphany, more commonly known as �The Stryfe Halls.� I encountered numerous people and came upon several striking sites...but my mind would never rest. I even stumbled across the Lupines, known by commoners as �werewolves,� and after observing them for a time I came to my own sort of epiphany...I saw them as savages, advanced in tribal culture but so damn primitive by my standards that it was a nuisance even to behold them. I don�t honestly know what drove me to such a cold hate for their race, but I still can�t stand them. I decimated the first tribe I came upon, but they were fairly unexpecting...the ones that followed were by no means so simple. I learned that they could indeed put up a strong fight...raking viciously with their claws and tearing at me with their fangs. Even through this, I saw them more and more as nothing more than abominations...perversions of the noble wolf mixed with the blood of mortals. Good or ill hearted, they were all the same. As previously stated, the bastards can be quite vicious in combat...but they rely on shape-shifting, on their talons and maws. I don�t need any beast-form to kick someone�s ass...I can do it with my bare hands, hell I can fire a gun. That puts me above them.
The first tribe I eradicated had 7 members...in all, I exterminated 14 packs...amounting to approximately 95 Lupines. Poor fuckers, they�d howl with rage but within moments I�d have them dead or dying, shot to pieces or beaten down like the animals they are. I did them a service, really...I think I deserve a thank-you for it.
When I returned to Tyran, I leaped into the pub with guns drawn. What a joke. I snickered and taunted the only LsT in the room, and he only shrugged and said he knew nothing of the KoS...and didn�t seem to care. The vT were either in shambles or disbanded, I can�t remember which...and no one cared enough to get shot to pieces, when it came to me. I sent a letter out to the family, giving them one last chance to re-accept me...they soundly declined, and within 3 days a new family was being born...the strykes.
Yes, you heard me right...the exact same sound, different spelling. That was done largely to piss the stryks off, and it worked...I even got a meeting with my good ol� mom, because I�d brought together 3 of Tyran�s finest fighters and 2 excellent learners who could already best half of Tyran. Satanstryke, Psychostryke, and Saberstryke were the first three...and Reaperstryke and Emberstryke were the other two, the ones I�d brought together for the whole thing. Mom was scared, quite frankly...the bitch feared a war, and with good reason. In short, I agreed to change the name to �stryfes�...the name I�d favored all along, and in exchange she denounced Viper and returned my birthright and titles. Poor bastard, he got thrown into a position where the last guy gave me his soul, and only a few months after he�s finally clear to begin his life...poof, his own mom turns him over to me. Did I drain his soul as well? Of course. Again, I emphasize �poor bastard.�
Ah...the birth of the stryfes. What glorious days those were, my family...indeed I wish you�d been there to witness it. This is the point in the bio where I turn on Ricky Valens, because �La Bamba� has always made me smile and laugh...and we were all such bad-asses it wasn�t even funny. Sure, everyone gossiped behind our backs or in the posts that we were �stryk upstarts� and �stryk wannabes�...but how many of those chicken shits do you think said such things to our faces? Not one. I didn�t tolerate BS back then either, and they knew I�d have them dead quicker than they could say �Shyenne�s a whore!�
One of our first movements, one which I�ll always remember with a wide grin, is the assault on the Vb�s. Some clan or another, I think it was Dk, was looking for help with an upstart clan called the Vb...I�d never even heard of them before, but I didn�t give a shit. We were itching for some fun, so your�s truly geared up and lead 3 other stryfes right into the enemy clan�s stronghold. We waltzed in...actions froze, I scanned over them with my trademark expressionless gaze...and lead the Queen into the Stryfe Stronghold for a discussion. The 3 stryfes� weapons were at the ready...and the second I had Heaven out of the room, I looked to my family and raised my hand...then dropped it. �Stryfes, open fire.�
4 minutes...3 Stryfes...24 Vb�s...24 dead. Hell, I don�t even think it was that long. I just remember the sounds of carnage in a mind-speak with Psycho, as he loosed volley after volley into the scattering Vb�s. Clansmen drew swords, they rushed for cover, the drunk behind the counter turned to flee...and they were massacred. Not a single hit scored on a stryfe, I later found out...I�d been surprised at all the blood on Psycho�s clothing, but later learned none of it was his. Heaven stood in shock in my halls, her eyes wide with terror as several mind-speaks rushed to her...and were cut off in mid-sentence. I kept her captive, but only briefly...I allowed her friend, Serie, to come to her side and they both watched me with eyes full of fear. Neither knew what to expect, and they could only clutch each other and promise to do anything I asked of them if they would only be allowed to live. Regardless of what one might expect, and much to their disbelief, I allowed both of them to simply walk back to their clan stronghold.
Collectively, the family decided the sheer fun of the ordeal would be killed by having to post 24 kills...and although the Vb�s would�ve gone along with it, we didn�t care enough. We revived them all within a few hours, and in the later months the Vb�s fell under my guardianship and became firm allies to the stryfes. Looking back...it�s entirely too long of a process to explain, so don�t ask me how such a peace came out of such destruction. Shit happens.
That was the peak, however...and from then on, things began to wane. I don�t know what happened, exactly, but things slowly fell apart and my patience wore very, very thin. I lost myself during that time...the slightest things could set me off, and that�s not at all like me. I was under so much stress with the family, and in fighting to keep the strongest members from blatantly killing any good reputation the family had by one-man-wars and such, I lost them. Saber left under good terms, unwilling to drag the stryfes into a war that he�d end up creating...Psycho I believe was discharged, though I don�t remember the exact reason why. In the midst of all of this, a terrible misunderstanding came to pass between myself and another...and every ounce of my composure broke. I raged on everything and everyone, with few exceptions...and I couldn�t control myself. It seemed that everything had gone wrong, that those who had previously been closest were nothing but traitorous lies. Within a few weeks, I found myself an outcast...banned from the lands of Tyran.
For more than 3 months I fought...I fought for you, stryfes, with all I was. 3 times I fought hard enough to get an appeal through the High Council for a re-vote on my banning, but 3 times I was shot down. I had almost given up hope, and I felt more powerless then than I�ve ever felt before, when my entire reality shattered.
I was, at that point, married to someone whom I loved very dearly...the Queen of Vb, Serie. She was pregnant with my child, and had been carrying it for some time. Little did I know that my wife, my very source of strength, had been betraying me all along. You see...Serie constantly made passes at one of my best friends and brothers, Reaperstryfe. I wasn�t told then, but later came to find out, that during games of Truth or Dare(a most hated game, by the way) Serie would make strong passes at Reaper and desire dares and questions that would put her in a fine position to fool around with him. In private she�d sneak him kisses, and of course that evolved.
I don�t know for how long, but Serie and Reaper had been sleeping with each other for sometime...while she was married to me, and he was engaged to Syren. I can honestly say that I didn�t at all see that coming...so when the realization struck me that the woman who�d been carrying my child had been fucking my own brother, it hit me with all the subtlety of a freight train. Truth be told, I find now that Serie was never interested in anyone but herself...and while my brother dealt me a terrible sleight, I�ve gladly given him the chance to make up for it with loyal service to me and his family. I have strong suspicions that Serie granted out sexual favors and spread about ass-kissing and several promises, all in the search for power. She climbs a vicious ladder, and shits on people on the way up. Let�s take a moment to trace her steps, shall we? We shall.
Serie started as SeraphimHarpe, then went to the Vb clan. From there, she reached Chancellor position...and took over as Queen. She snagged the head of the stryfes, one of Tyran�s top 3 fighters, and got herself into that family through the connections. She then boinked his brother and backstabbed him, and took over as co-head of the stryfes once he left. From there, she�s gone on...and is marrying the founder�s own father, Dethstryk. Quaint, isn�t it though?
Ah, but I digress. Back to me!
After suffering the absolute collapse of my reality, I found no more reason to stay. I�d fought for a family that ended up betraying me, I�d fought for a brother who had been diddling my wife behind my back, and I�d fought for a wife whose pants were easier to get into than a community college. Yes, I left...but I wouldn�t ever classify that as �abandoning,� because I promise you I saw nothing left for me TO abandon.
I left Tyran, locking myself and my progeny in my last bastion...the Stryfe Halls. I left the family�s reigns to my best friend, Ember...who subsequently left as well, leaving the family to Reaper...the betrayer. Word reached my ears, and as one might guess, I was displeased...but there was nothing I could do, and I saw no reason to end my exile so soon for such a pointless effort.
I aged my sons and taught them well...I instructed Dominic in the ways of sword play and of mastering the elements of fire and water, and I taught my son Stormy all I know. I told him everything...from Devi to Viper to the Vb massacre to Serie. I taught him of the Lupines, of mastering the arts of magic, and I instructed him on every sort of combat I know...indeed, my son is nearly my equal on all fronts. The heir takes after his father in fighting style, preferring his fists and feet over medieval weaponry...whilst Dominic sticks to his honor code and tends to be more quiet. Dommy was most interested in my tales of firearms, however...and he seems mesmerized by the idea of gunslingers. Perhaps he�ll make a fine one, some day.
I�d might as well take this time to recognize my progeny...though they deserve better than to be a spot on their father�s bio. Regardless, here goes:
Stormstryfe... �Stormy,� first born son and one of a birth of triplets. Mother is Dream, presumed dead along with Storm�s two sisters.
Dominicstryfe... �Dommy,� second born son, the di-blood. He�s the result of Devi�s nasty trick...he has the blood of stryk and stryfe running through his veins, and he�s Shaytan�s grandson...as well as nephew.
Damienstryfe... �Dame,� third born son. Mother was Mab, he was thought dead as he was left on the outside during my last exile. He found us, and all is well.
Ashtonstryk... �Ash,� fourth born son, non-stryfe. Mother is Serie, the conspirator.
Donovanstryfe... "Donny," fifth born son, part of triplets. Mother is Epyon.
Sachastryfe... "Sacha," sixth born son, also of the triplets. Mother is Epyon.
Taily...non-stryfe. Mother was Crowestryfe, the first girl I ever truly loved. May she rest in peace.
Kylastryfe... �Kyla,� second born daughter. Unaged, 13 months old...mother is deceased, her name will remain undisclosed.
Alorastryfe... "Alora," third of the triplets birthed by the mortal Epyon.
A year of the above-described exile passed, and the name Satanstryfe gradually began to slip to legend. My name was used to recall past actions and a lost era, or to instill fear. Some rejoiced, having thought I was gone...others dispaired, thinking I might never return. But, Tyran, I made a vow that I�d be back...and I never break my word. After a year of exile, word began to spread that Satan might be returning...others claimed my return was imminent. Regardless, the great doors to the Stryfe Halls opened...and my son Storm was dispatched first, as my emissary. Soon after, I entreated a few guests...and the next night, I made my re-entry.
I have since retaken my position over my family, the Stryfes, as it should be. Not a single drop of blood was shed as I re-took control over them, though a bitter individual left during the power shift. No longer will my family sink into any regression...indeed, the stryfes will rise to greatness.
I am Satanstryfe, formerly Satanstryk: son of Dethstryk and Lady Death of the vT, brother to Diablo, Shaytan, and Nicolai, among others. I am the Ace of Spades, the Dark Cyclone and the Abyssal Whirlwind. I stand as the Founder and Patriarch to the Stryfe family, the Prince of vT, and father to Storm, Dominic, Damien, Ashton, Donovan, Sacha, Kyla, Taily, and Alora. I am the destroyer of clans, the soul reaper, and the master of combat. I am the Black Dragon. I am: the one and only.
