The creature that stands before you looked to be some sort of planar outsider. Indeed, if you were to ask him, he would claim to be some sort of devil - the exact kind varying depending on the creature's mood and sometimes, if pressed to remember exactly what lie he had told, changing within the same conversation.

That wasn't to say that Moroscieth was stupid or vapid - the unblinking blue gaze, back-lit by some eldritch light just bright enough to make them glow, held a distinct, attentive intelligence. Only, it seemed, that the creature believed the best way to tell a lie was to tell so many of them whatever kernel of truth remained was buried beneath.

A shock of hair so white it resembled a draft of newly fallen snow sat above those gleaming orbs, while directly beneath them sat curious tattoos that ringed their underside, like half of some dark-sun. These continued on his chin and the sides of his neck - a seemingly aimless pattern that when closely examined was revealed to be made of hundreds of miniscule, interlocking runes of some Hellish script. A pair of little fangs poked out over the creature's mouth, as if his heritage was trying to out itself wherever possible, though they - along with the tattoos - were oft covered by a dark mask that did little to preserve the anonymity of the creature.

Attached to a tall, lithe frame that spoke of conditioned muscle hidden beneath the armor he wore was a twitching tail that started thick at the base of this spine and narrowed out behind him - the same pale color of flesh as the rest of his unnatural skin. It seemed to have a life of its own, swaying this way and that seemingly unrelated to the creature it was attached to.

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Tell / Walkup / RP friendly


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This character can be summoned/bound with nothing more than knowledge of his name - though arcanists attempting to do so should ensure that their summoning circles are drawn correctly, as the creature is unlikely to appreciate being whisked away from whatever it was doing.