Name: Man in Irons or just "Irons"
True Name: The Red Prince
Gender: Male (He/They)
Race: Fallen God. Nauii.
Virtue: Strife
Threat: 4

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On an apocalypse-ravished Earth, four princes ruled over a corpse. With the death of the Fifth Sun, they were born, and with the death of their slumbering Father, they ruled. Then they turned their ire on their Father's creations. The White Prince conquered the world, and the Red Prince sewed discord. The Black Prince ravished the earth and the Pale Prince devoured until there was nothing left to rule. Finally, peace was achieved. They looked upon their work and saw that it was good. All except for one.

The Red Prince was dissatisfied. There could be no strife, no war, no stories without subjects. Unlike the others, he dearly missed humanity, with all their heroic deeds and tragic flaws. So he turned on the other princes, sewing discord among them. Only the eldest saw through their brother's schemes. They all feared the Pale Prince. The Red Prince was banished from their world and his power was bound in chains, making him Nauii. So the dethroned prince set his sights on Technochitlan, teaming with chaos, strife, and despair. It called to him. As did Euphoria.

All her bloodlust, all her rage, the Red Prince could taste rebellion on the horizon. He was not a creature capable of love, but one infatuated with the flame of war, and the great warriors who fueled it. In Euphoria, he saw a spark that could burn down the world. He offered her the power to wage war against her masters and her gods in exchange for becoming his. Euphoria laughed in his face. This only enticed him more. What he truly wanted was for her to revolt. Against the Olympians. Against the Gods. Against him. He relished the idea of stirring the complacent, arrogant, and boring pantheon of the city to its core. Better yet if a mere mortal dared stand against them. And so, the Red Prince drove his sword through Euphoria's heart, cursing her to wield the soul of a God.

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