Standing at a respectable height, this powerfully built, red eyed fiend gazes with both amusement and contempt upon the world around him.  A Ba'atezu in every sense of the word, the creature could only be called a Devil, a being of selfish desires, cruelties, and dark mysteries.  Having heard of opportunities arising, he has made his way to the curious demiplane of Sinfar, in order to act upon the opportunities provided it.

Having come from the court of Glasyra, the Archfiend of the Sixth, and daughter of Asmodeus, Azoth works as both envoy and diplomat, as well as spy and deceiver.  He seeks power and prestige, both for his patron and for himself, and will work to achieve it.  Small, singular souls provide a manner of amusing distraction to him, but they are not the reason why he is here.  What he seeks is far grander in scale, an opportunity to rise in station, and he will use all the skill of his intellect to achieve such, coupled with a dark ruthlessness and a seething desire.  While he knows he is not to be trusted for being what he is, he is also clever enough to know when to bring something to the table that can be used, and it is often more than the other party is prepared to pay.

When he is not working towards diplomacy, his efforts are somewhat less refined.  Educated in lust in the darkest pits of sin, Azoth is apt and willing to all acts of utter depravity, no matter how carnal or, indeed, terrible.  He is, in no way, here to be an affectionate lover or compassionate.  He is here to savor, to enjoy, and indeed, to corrupt and destroy.  And he doesn't care who knows it.  As he stalks the streets, he might murmur occasionally to the bat familiar that rests, skittering and sniffing from time to time, on his shoulder, feeding it the occasional tidbit.  When spoken to, he is usually urbane, and polite, and softly spoken, but it will never take much before his depraved nature reveals itself, the creature without shame or caring, viewing the discomfort of others with, for the most part, dispassionate apathy or amusement.  The maddening decadence of the fiendish court making all other experiences seem pale in comparison.

He does not care to suffer fools, and prefers intellect in his partners, but aside from that, he is often none too discerning about them, their nature, or their darkest desires.  Whatever it might be, he will satisfy them all, and he has a wicked arsenal of abilities to satisfy even the most debauched of the cities inhabitants.  All, after all, is there for nothing more than his enjoyment.


Tell and walkup friendly.  


Oh.  Also.  Not a jerkass.  I fear it warrants mentioning these days.  Thanks for reading!