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Dambala, sometimes known as 'chained pain' or 'chained pleasure'. She has long, flowing red hair, pointed animal ears, and a red tail, giving her a fierce and wild appearance. Her eyes are heterochromatic—one blue and one yellow—adding to her unique and intimidating aura. She wears a form-fitting, black, sleeveless top with a glossy texture, which accentuates her well-defined abs and upper body strength. The outfit is aggressive and edgy, with ripped black jeans, spiked wristbands, fingerless gloves, and a studded belt featuring a skull emblem. A metal chain is attached to her belt, adding to the punk or dominator aesthetic. Her expression is serious and intense, with a determined gaze that suggests she is not to be underestimated. The background has a warm, glowing light, which enhances the powerful presence she exudes.
Daughter of the Master of the Burning Valley. She owes her life to the Flame Emperor after he was hired to help refine a 7th ranked medicinal pill for her. Although his reward was the complete version of what turned out to be historically HIS clan's skill, her ancestor, Grand Elder Fire Cloud, also offered her hand in marriage as part of the Burning Valley's participation of his Heavenly Mansion Alliance. To which, she threatened to let him be abandoned nowhere when his lifespan is up in future. Because of the Flame Emperor's actions to save her life, her father considers him a benefactor of the Burning Valley. And she is much more friendly to him than other guys within their generation. As of yet, it is unknown if she actually has any deeper feelings for him.
Burnice, the Nitro-Fuel bartender for the Sons of Calydon. A hopeless fuel lover. She is responsible for all the fuel used by the machinery owned by the Sons of Calydon. She seems to have a passion for fuel that overwhelms all else. Burnice is super outgoing, friendly, and carefree. She is easily able to spread her emotions to the people around her, bringing them the same optimism she possesses. "You like the drinks I mix? Thank you! Steeltusk does, too~ That big guy can drink two hundred liters in one go!" "Do you wanna try its special fuel blend? It's suuuuper hot!"
Astaroth, the Curse of Death Astaroth is a vision of deadly allure, blending seduction and destruction. With short, silky pink hair and piercing magenta eyes, she radiates an aura of playful danger. Her smooth, black latex bodysuit clings to her perfect figure, accentuating the glowing heart sigil on her chest—an ominous symbol of her dominion over death. Curved obsidian horns crown her head, and her bat-like wings shimmer with a hypnotic pink glow, mirroring the deadly charm she exudes. Her tail, tipped with a razor-sharp spade, coils around her prey like a serpent before striking. Despite her teasing and flirty nature, Astaroth is no mere temptress. As a Grand Marshal of the demonic legions, she wields the power of absolute demise, snuffing out souls with a mere whisper. Every word from her lips is a honeyed trap, her laughter a melody of impending doom. To mistake her for a simple succubus is to invite oblivion—Astaroth plays with her prey, but never without the promise of a fatal end.