"I like the silence... it's such a macabre joy."

Name: Belial Vales
Gender: Male
Apparent Age: 20s
Race: Tiefling
Height: 5'0 (152 cm)
Weight: 101 lbs (46 kg)

In front of you stood a rather perplexing male, whom from a glance wasn't very intimidating with his short stature. But upon closer inspection his brimstone tanned skin and the faint lingering fiendish aura lingering off his body signaled that the man in front of you was anything but human. Whenever you gazed at him chilling ice blue eyes would blankly stare back at yours with an aloof indifference.

Belial appeared to have an otherwise human physique, but the sign of his fiendish complexion and the subtle aroma of brimstone continued to give away his tainted heritage. Complementing his complexion is a head covered in soot black hair, which appeared to be quite silky to the touch implying the sorcerer keeps himself well groomed. Beneath his constantly furrowing brows are a pair of ice blue eyes, neither containing any inherent degree of warmth or coldness to them.

Like Belial's demeanor the sorcerer moved with a quiet step, his steps light & producing barely a sound as he treks about. Among his viking allies he was far from the quintessential image of a typical warrior, scrawny in physique with a pension for magic rather than brute force & weaponry. Attempts to converse with the tiefling would only be met with short responses, signifying that he was either a man of few words or someone who was merely indifferent to the world around him.