By all appearances what stands before you is a man touched by the infernal grace of Baator.  Crimson eyes which radiate discord, reddened flesh, horns, hooves...  His every action appears deliberate--from the loop of his prehensile tail around his left leg to the haughty ascent of his chin so that he might flick his forked tongue through the air to taste the fabric of his surrounds--he exudes an interminable confidence and a sense of the all-knowing.

The depths of his transcendent stare belie a preternatural intellect, a diabolical cunning, and an unflappable calm that would seem to indicate he felt himself capable of handling any setback and rising above any obstacle.  His beady insectile eyes glisten like two spheres of marble; there is no discernable iris within sockets swollen by a burgundy hue.  The first of his striking features, he stares out at the world with unnerving calm reflecting a supercilious belief so deeply ingrained that it might prove unnatural to behold.  Extended contact with the hypnotic orbs reveals subtle shifts, flickers in their murky depths that exude a haunting self-assurance.

Seeming to disdain fabrics he wears only whats necessary, and even then he?d seem perfectly content to shed his garments in favor of an abstemious existence.  From the meticulously crafted motions of his form to the extrasensory perception which guides his actions, he portrays a charming affront and seems to shy from invidious conduct at least in public.  The barrister as he calls himself is a self-proclaimed litigator, trained the arts of disputation as any Baatezu should be.  His lawyerish mannerisms and insufferable dry sense of humor place him in a league of his own; ready to repay the dedicated with untold acts of charity and all he asks in return is the nominal fee of souls, the universal currency of the lower planes.

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