[ INFO ]
Names: Vaelthar, Lord of the Third Hunger, The Thirst Beneath the Skin, The Carrion Swan
Race: Fiend - Baatezu - Lord
Age: Promoted 700 years ago
Height: 6'5"
Weight: 215lbs
Build: Athletic, lean, wide shoulders
Personality: Hedonistic, sardonic, confident, cynical, insouciant, decadent, fastidious, mercurial.
Disposition: Top / Dom
Sexuality: Bisexual


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Following is an excerpt from The OBSIDIAN CODEX: An Encyclopaedia of Ten Thousand Damnations.

// An account by Eramus of the Shattered Veil, inscribed in bile and myrrh //

Let me be precise, for madness gnaws at the edges of these words: Vaelthar stands a handspan above six feet, a sculpture of corded muscle draped in loose silks the color of suffocated embers; fabric that clings or billows at his whim, revealing more than it conceals. His hair is raven-black, a spill of void that frames twin horns, archaic and cruel as a bull god's, curving back from his temples. He wears none of the gilded vulgarity of bordello saints; his form is a blasphemy, sculpted to make martyrs of the willing. The tailoring of Hell is generous, and he wears it with a swagger that would shame a satyr.

He smells of crushed saffron and opium smoke, a fragrance that coils in the lungs like a second heartbeat. When he speaks, his voice lacquers every syllable in double meanings: "Come now, scholar; don't you yearn to... plumb the depths of my expertise?"

I was twenty-three, drunk on grimoires and my own hubris, when I carved his sigil into the floorboards of a rented garret. The pact was simple: three nights of "mutual congress" (his phrase) in exchange for "revelations no mortal mind could bear" (mine). Fool. The contract was not in ink but in the sweat between pressed bodies, the gasp that follows a graze of fangs.

He arrived as all baatezu do; without fanfare, without sulfur; just a sudden presence at my shoulder, his breath hot beneath my ear: "How earnest you are. How... untutored." His hands, broad and clawed, pinned my wrists before I could scream. His laughter was a whetstone dragged over silk.

What followed was education as violation. He unstitched my inhibitions with verbose, venomous charm, his words slithering between Common and Infernal: "Ah, but desire is such a limited word. Let me show you its.. etymology." He did. His lessons left me shaking, slick with sweat and other humors, my throat raw from screams that were not, strictly speaking, agony.

The aftermath? A soul gnawed to a rind. My reflection now shows a man hollowed out, fingernails blackened with residue from the Hells. I wake certain I feel his teeth at my hip, his claws combing through my hair. The boys I take to bed all falter, weeping, for their mortal frames cannot replicate the precision of his cruelties; the way he could make a command feel like a caress.

He returns, sometimes. In dreams, his silhouette blotting out the moon, horns scraping the ceiling. "Admit it, little scholar," he purrs, "you miss the way I... parsed your fragility." His mouth curves, a flash of fang and velvet menace. He knows I do. Worse; he knows I'd beg to sign the pact again.

Let this record sear the eyes of any fool who seeks him. Vaelthar does not take souls. He curates them. And his tastes, like his wardrobe, favor... easy access.

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[ POWERS ]
As a high ranking baatezu Vaelthar has the following powers:
* ESP/Detect Thoughts
* Plane shift
* Magic resistance
* Teleport without error
* Animate Dead
* Advanced Illusion
* Charm Person
* Ultravision
* Know alignment (always active)
* Suggestion
Most of these I just imply, some of them are rarely relevant and simply listed for reference. Feel free to submit, resist, or ask for rolls if it pleases you.


[ LIGHTS ]
Faves: Handsome men, homoeroticism, summoning gone wrong, summoning gone well, storylines, talkative characters, magic, sensuality, reticent partners, luxury, girlfailure wizards
Yes!: Le sex (steamy, sweaty, deep and rough), femboys, women, cute submissive shemales, frotting, massages, cum play, pretty things
Maybe...:  Characters not covered in the previous sections, watersports
>No: Pedo, vore, full fur, monsters, shit, being submissive

Vaelthar is always on the look for new handsome toys and pretty play-things. If you want to set up a summoning scene, it can be arranged.

Tell friendly! Don't hesitate!