Name: Azarion Dusborne
Race: Tiefling
Age: 22
Class: Sorcerer (Red Dragon Disciple, Pale Master)
Background: Sinfarian Outcast

Azarion Dusborne was not born to the vibrant, fiery essence that many would associate with a Tiefling. While the blood of demons and dragons coursed through his veins, it was the physical toll of this inheritance that marred his existence. His skin, a deep purple, served as the perfect contrast to the vast, twisted horns that curled from his brow and the sinuous tail ending in a dangerous, sharp space-like tip and finally, the large leathery wings on his back. His fiendish appearance drove him away from many communities, and even those who once saw him as a promising sorcerer now feared the monster he had become. It was in the wake of this rejection that Azarion found his destiny on the distant and debauched islands of Sinfar.

Sinfar, a string of islands infamous for their indulgence and decadence, called to him as a place where the boundaries of morality and desire were blurred. It was here, amidst the chaos and temptation, that Azarion could escape the judgmental eyes of those who could not see beyond his infernal appearance. His powers, granted by both his Red Dragon heritage and the unnerving magic of the Pale Master, grew stronger with each indulgence and every shadow that he bathed in.

The once-ashamed sorcerer found comfort in the dark rituals and twisted pleasures of Sinfar, where corruption was currency and identity could be forged anew. Azarion's powers were magnified as he embraced both the sorcerous gifts of fire and blood, as well as the unnatural gift of immortality that came with his Pale Master training. He had become something more than a mere Tiefling?he was an eternal force, a creature of flame, darkness, and undeath, seeking not redemption but liberation from the constraints of his fiendish lineage.

In Sinfar, Azarion learned to control his monstrous form, to bend the essence of his dragon and fiendish blood to his will. He became a feared and sought-after figure, not just for his power, but for the mysteries that seemed to cling to him like smoke. His once uncertain place in the world had now become clear: he was an agent of the chaos that flowed freely within the islands, and he would remain, thriving in the very heart of indulgence and sin.

~Red Lights~
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