Rachat is a dour man, with a face as unforgiving as the north face of a granite mountain. Lines crease and wrinkle his skin as if he has never given thought to a smile, or a laugh. His hair has half faded from its youthful dark auburn to a mixture of grey and chestnut brown, his lips are pale, yet his eyes are not old. His eyes hold the shine of the immortal, for Rachat is not of pure birth, as his father was a devil summoned to this world. His teeth are too sharp, and his eyes are the piercing green of hellflame.
The tale of Rachat began with a small cult, one dedicated to the powers of the Hell realms. These cultists made regular black masses, and made mockery of the churches, defiling their rites and rituals to please their patron devil. It was on the Eve of the Feast of Souls, when the restless dead are risen from their uneasy beds to trouble the world, that Rachat was concieved.
By ritual and the blood of infants placed on the great stone altar at the crossroads of the kingdom was their devil summoned. The devil appeared in his grandeur, striking many of the cultists blind, and some mad. He laughed, and bade the female cultists to surrender to his will. Overhwhelmed they thus submitted, and of the seven, only one survived the coupling.
Rachat was born, half feral and wild, tearing his way free from the womb in the manner of the devil-born. His mother died silently as she knew her fate and took potent herbs that would send her into a dreamless slumber that she knew she would never awaken from. The infnat was found quickly, as the cultists from afar had prophesied his birth by divining the stars and examining the entrails of sacrificed animals.
He was raised and tutored in the worship of his true father, and the prophecy was made known to him. Rachat was disgusted, he had no interest in being the mortal goon of a half-deranged devil. There was spite and the malice of his father in his veins as he defied the will of the devil who sired him. He swore to die before serving, as the proud do not bend knee even when it would serve them better to do so in false pretense.
In a rage, Rachat slew the other cultists, killing those who had raised him, brought him up from a suckling child to the full grown man he had become. Thrice he was struck mortal wounds, telling blows that should have brought his life to an end, spilling out in sprays of vermillion blood.
Nay, this I will not allow. Know this, until the fruition of my plans thou art immortal. No blade nor injury shall end your life. Age may weigh upon you, but it will not take thy vitality. Only once thou hast completed my design and my dominion is made manifest, shall you know the taste of death. And thus his father, a devil among devils gave him his great and terrible black gift.
After that day, Rachat swore to oppose his father in all of his plans. The dominion of that fell devil would only come over his cooling corpse. Since then, Rachat has become a potent swordsman, the better to face and destroy the mortal servants of the infernal. His blade is moderatly enchanted, allowing the silvered steel to bite into the flesh and the bone of the infernal as most are immune to plain steel and other weapons mundane.
Rachat has a number of powers that stem from his infernal heritage. He has greater than normal strength. He is not massively strong, but is certainly as strong as a body builder, or two or three regular men. Should he use his sword, he can cleave stone with it, but this is something he rarely does. He can see in the dark as well as a cat, and he has an uncanny sixth sense that warns him of danger. His eyes flare red, and he knows what direction danger is coming from and what general form it is in. He could not identify who, or the specific type of weapon, but he could tell that someone was armed and waiting to ambush him when he stepped behind the tavern to piss out his evening helping of beer.
Rachat has outgrown his fiery days. He has learned that the plans of his father are larger than individual cells of cultists, they span nations and guilds, cities and entire peoples. This is also tempered by the fact that despite openly warring against his father, his father has not seen to strike him, or curse him with the foul powers at his command. It would be easy for such a devil to seek out his own flesh and blood and extinguish its mortal life with ease. The devil has not even withdrawn his power from Rachat, leaving him effectively immortal. This greatly concerns Rachat as he does not know if he is doing the right thing, and so indecision gnaws at him. Perhaps in playing the antagonist, he is doing exactly as his sire wishes him to. Sometimes, this leads Rachat to do…irrational things, to throw off the plans.
Sins of the Father - Rachat is correct in his assumptions, he has become a tool of his sire. Instead of damaging his plans, his efforts have instead weakened rival devils and their cults. The sire grows ever stronger and the PCs are called upon to deal with the increasing menace. Rachat can realize his deception and aide the PCs, or fall completely and tragically to his infernal blood, becoming his sire’s trusted lieutenant. The fall is more painfull as Rachat has desired to see good in the world as he hunts and slays those who would bring it all down into a dark age of blood and death.
The Benefactor - In the manner of the elderly Van Helsing, Rachat offers information and advice to the PCs, as well as directing their efforts and actions. The PCs can face devils, cultists and other sorts of malicious stuff with the faint confidence of the ‘old master’ who has their backs.
Against All Odds - Rachat has been opposing his father’s plans, and with great success. The old devil has been weakened to the point that he can no longer remove the powers he bestowed upon his child. To this end, the devil uses a ruse to bring the devil hunting PCs to Rachat, and revealing his infernal heritage. Do they believe the words of the infernal old man, or do they fall for the lies of the true devil whispering in their ears?
The Vessel - Once Rachat has accomplished certain goals, and the planets come into the correct alignment, the devil will subsume Rachat’s soul and mind, and fill the body. Made incarnate, the devil will call forth the legions of Hell and make war against the world of man. Can the PCs kill something immortal?