>race
Tiefling
Good for natural boost to magick and ability of flight. Standard big bad shithead with a spike-horn, leathery wings, barbed tail, the whole sh'bang. More hair than most demonoids, sort of a Great Ape with lots of fuzz to survive in the tundra.
>magick
Bio - mutate the masses and have sword arms, never endure a famine
Necro - eat your fucking soul
Electro - Cole MacGrath with super speed
Photo - Kamehameha on a nigga, set everything on fire, hardlight constructs are OP
>skil
Martial Arts - personal defense and sparring instruction for my forces
Acrobat - gotta go fast
Insight - painfully clever and nigh-unavoidable traps and pitfalls
>realm
Arctic - at home in an icy tundra, the weak will flounder and we will eat potatoes and fish
Crime - pirates' cove, pillager's home in the ice, Viking fun with the boys
Corruption - get ready for a new ice age you fucks
>quest segment
Not going to free a daemon. I wouldn't have even given my soul to one but this whole CYOA stipulates that you do, so- may as well already be a half-hellspawn poop boy.
Angels are like policemen. They're supposedly there for the betterment of everyone, but they have destructive capacity and contingencies that allow them to use it. That makes them dangerous. Kill them all.
Allied races? Swell. 'Cept for the elves. All elves must die. Humans, giants, dwarves and a few Orcs would be fine if they agreed to join me, but anyone who's willing to coexist with elves needs to have their skin flayed slowly so I can break their exposed bones before they bleed out.
Evil Overlords also need to be quashed and stomped and absolutely rolled out like tortilla dough. No rivalries, no politics, no uneasy alliances, no knife in the back. Knife in your goddamn nose you preening, pompous dingleberry. Anyone who betrays my crown will be hung by the feet until dead. Nailed on a high display in the middle of my fortress by their feet and hands, upside-down. Given drinking water through a long tube to keep them from dying of thirst. Their wounds cauterized so that they will not bleed out. They will starve and suffocate gradually over the course of a few weeks, and then they will be left to dry and freeze in the eternal blizzard, mounted to forty foot poles by their run-through assholes.
This should be kind of nice. I've always wanted to have a comfy castle in the snowy mountains.