Tiny Indian Satan

Tiny Indian Satan is a principle member of the Pirate Cove. He was a registered member on the maiden voyage of the Notorious 231, and has taken residence at the Pirate Cove in spite of its downfall.

Pre-231
Tiny Indian Satan was a mass-produced demon clone from one of the circles from Hell. Unfortunately, his design was flawed. Functionally, Tiny Indian Satan is a working defect. He was funneled into Hell's super-demon program, raising demons from menial workers to the best line of defense and offense that Hell has to offer. It was most upsetting to learn that Tiny Indian Satan did not possess the ability for magic that his demon brethren did, and instead made up for it with his indomitable combat prowess. He was able to master many different ways of martial arts, from dual swordfighting to capoeira.

Tiny Indian Satan was supervised by a couple of archdemons with whom he had a sort of parental bond with along with a couple of other demons pursuing other goals. Due to his flawed design, he was consistently berated by these supervisors.

But due to his flaw, Tiny Indian Satan had longed for something greater; freedom.

On one fateful night in Hell, Tiny Indian Satan was unfortunate enough to watch one of his more respected demon brethren get stricken down. To him, this was the end, and he planned escape.

For years, Tiny Indian Satan researched the ways of escape, taking every measure of security to leave Hell into detail. And he escaped to the surface.

Boarding of the 231
Tiny Indian Satan eventually exited Hell, but not without taking a couple scars on the way out. Battered and bruised, he sought any close means of escaping Hell entirely, and came upon a port town. For some time, he worked in the port town doing odd jobs, the most interesting being caretaking by day and conning by night. He often made contact with the Saltan, learning how to take up the tools on how to be a trade baron and learned to peddle his own concoction; Liquid Hatred, an essence of humanity that could be easily taken advantage of and sold at high prices. Tiny Indian Satan then made an art for out of making people mad and bottling their hatred away.

The Notorious 231 beckoned to him on the night of its docking, but Tiny Indian Satan was complacent about its calling, and was eventually told that he would be cursed with grave misfortune if he did not heed the call. Moments later, the pit of Hell that Tiny Indian Satan had crawled through began to bellow like a foghorn, letting out all manner of demons invisible to the human eye. It was then that Tiny Indian Satan knew; his parents were looking for him.

With lesser hesitation, he packed his bags and made way for the vessel. They set sail later that night.