Elder Krewe, the Font of Flame

Instrument: Vocals

Appearance: Coal black skin is riddled with tattoo-like veins of cinders smoldering along the surface. He sports a soul patch of bright red and shoulder length hair to match. Wears a top hat with an orange band, sleeveless vest with no undershirt, the strings made from guitar wire that sizzle and spark off of his chest. Wears full gauntlets up to spaulders that glow with constant heat. Has studded, spiked bracelets and belts. Half-plate pants and boots that are also forever heated.

Positive Aspects: Freedom and Art

Negative Aspects: Overindulgence and Self-Destruction

Venues: Singe Theater (Stadium), Saint of Hells (Outdoor), Inferno (Dive Bar)

Fame:

Signed (level 1) - The Warband receives 4 fire fiends to serve as roadies.

Opening Band (level 2) - Each Warband member gains protection from fire damage.

Headliner (level 3) - The Warband receives a fire elemental as an additional roadie. Each Warband member can spit literal fucking fire.

Superstars (level 4) - Each Warband member becomes immune to smoke and heat damage and see through smoke without a problem. Great for pyrotechnics.

Rockgods (level 5) - Each Warband member becomes immune to magic that would control them in any way. Their skin becomes blackened and smoldering.

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