What once was pure can always be made broken, and such is the case in this individual.

Having succumbed to a curse placed upon him and met his end in the most wicked of ways, the being that now walks about wearing the skin of the young destroyed paladin is now a perverse mockery of the man he once was.

His eyes burn with cruel fires, his smile sadistic and cold.  More aggressive and physically strong than he once was, the young man now bears more characteristics of a fiend than a human.  Moulded by the one who ruined him to be a more appropriate and enjoyable plaything, he revels in his fiendish nature, the thoughts and memories of what he once was burned away forever in the face of the things has done since.

His hair is now dark, his teeth sharp, a long, forked tongue, obscenely long, curling from his lips. His skin is darker and harder, hot to the touch, his features sharper and more vindictive.  Claws form from his fingers, horns from his head, and a long, thick tail curls spitefully at his back.

His masculine appendage now is a weapon of blissful torment, ridged around the glans, the length of it obscene and thick, ribbed with bony nodules designed to ravage what ever it was thrust into with savage abandon, the swollen balls beneath designed to bathe the willing and unwary alike in corruption.  A creature of excess rather than decorum, the fiend possessing the body has turned it into something better used to the decadence of Sinfar, and the blissful ruin of whatever happens to catch his wandering, hungry eye - for either himself or the one he serves.