Race: Drow/Tanar'ri Demon
Age: 30
Hight: 7,1
Weight: 210lbs
Scent: Smoke, night-blooming jasmine, and faint copper
Deity: Mask (Lord of Shadows)

Jero, like Azula, is a child of forbidden blood-born of drow and tanar,ri lineage, a union whispered of only in hushed tones even in the darkest corners of the Underdark. His scent that of smoke, night-blooming jasmine, and faint copper. Their kind are a rarity, creatures of shadow and Abyssal fire, seen by most as abominations rather than heirs of two powerful legacies. Known among scholars of forbidden lore as the Vhaudryl, these half-bloods are said to descend from ancient drow priestesses who bargained with Abyssal lords, their offspring bound to both Lolth's web and the chaos of the Abyss. Most who survive their birth are slain before they reach maturity, feared even among their own kin. But those who endure carry the strength of both bloodlines grace and cunning from the drow, unholy power and resilience from their demonic heritage.

Jero is the embodiment of that union. Tall, imposing, yet refined, his body bears the same hallmarks as Azula's: onyx-black skin smooth as obsidian, curling horns that mark his abyssal lineage, dark wings that shadow his movements, and a long, sinewed tail betraying his restless blood. His features are exquisitely sharp, handsome in a way that unsettles and entrances--cheekbones like sculpted marble, a jawline cut with noble strength, lips soft but rarely smiling. His hair, a vivid crimson like Azula's own, cascades like fire against his dark skin, tying their fates together in a visual mark of their shared heritage. His eyes burn with the same infernal red glow that betrays the truth of his bloodline. Where Azula is timid, Jero carries himself as a gentleman-graceful, deliberate, protective-with a quiet strength that speaks of battles endured and wars survived.

Above his brow burns the same mark as Azula's: a glowing crimson halo, forever branded into his soul through a ritual of domination by their former master. Where Azula's halo feeds her emotions and strikes terror into those who oppose her, Jero's was forged for war. It seethes with power in battle, unleashing waves of Abyssal fire and dread upon his enemies, marking him as his master's weapon. For decades, he was enslaved, forced to fight in his master's wars, leading raids into the Underdark, slaughtering surface dwellers, leaving trails of ruin in his wake. He obeyed, not out of loyalty, but because the halo's binding compelled him, twisting his will to serve another's command.

It was in the shadows of this servitude that Jero found Azula. Both branded by the same cruel master, they shared in torment, suffering, and stolen moments of fleeting freedom. Where she was prized and controlled, he was forged into a weapon. Yet he loved her with a devotion deeper than any chain could bind. In the years of their bondage, he became her shield-fighting not just to serve, but to protect her from the worst of their master's cruelties.

When Azula slew their master and fled into the night, Jero followed. Bound no longer, yet still scarred by the magic etched into their halos, he has vowed his life to her. Their heritage, the secret of the Vhaudryl, half-drow and half-demon, is known to him in full, yet he hides the truth from her. Jero believes that if she were to learn the full scope of their bloodline, it would twist her spirit, drive her into the abyss of vengeance, and make her everything they once fought so desperately to escape. Instead, he guards the truth and guards her-believing that her heart is worth far more than the power that heritage might awaken.

Now he walks beside her, a dark gentleman in the shadows, his every step a silent vow. He will keep her safe from those who seek to destroy her, shield her from the truth of her blood until she is ready, and fight until his last breath. For in Azula, Jero has found not only love, but purpose-his strength, his secrets, and his very soul belong to her.