Tall, dark, smouldering.

This half-fiend takes on many forms, but always carry some marking of his strong fiendish bloodline - horns, hooves, a tail, wings, red eyes, some combination of the above or something even more sinister. The clear acceptance of his more natural forms in most of the islands makes him relaxed and languid, nearly lazy.

His sculpted muscles almost always bare. His lips upturned into a grin. His gait more like a prowl.

He doesn't know which side of the war he's on, or where his bloodline comes from, and he doesn't seem to care. He's more than thrilled for his words to drip like honey, and to use whatever curse he's been given to his advantage.