Name Pronunciation: Ra-zeal (formerly known as Razzil).

Rough Age: Unknown.

Race: Lesser Devil (Falxugon).

Place of Origin: Baator (Minauros, the Third Layer of Hell).

Profession: Purveyor of Greed.

Theme: Dies Irae (Dante's Inferno Soundtrack).

Consensual RP Ability - Detect Corruption: A mortal soul corrupted by a devil acquires a telltale mark that identifies both the devil responsible for its damnation and the lord it was serving at the time of its decisive corruption. Any devil with an intelligence score of 6 or higher can automatically detect and read these taints of corruption (Fiendish Codex II).

Emerging from the infernal torment that heralded his promotion, the creature formerly known as Razzil has finally sampled from the goblet of power, spat forth from his evolutionary coma as a far different incarnation of his represented vice: greed. Losing all memories of his prior existence, the once pitiful imp has assumed a more fitting form as a result of his growing importance in the infernal hierarchy. Tempered by hellfire and sculpted by sheer malice during the incubation period, the devil that now blights the cobbles of Sinifer was of the foulest sort, unwavering in its dedication to whatever master held the reins.

Wreathed from head to toe in gaudy gems, trinkets, and jewelry, Razeel bleeds affluence, the jingle of his every step demanding the attention of onlookers as his ill-gotten gains tempt those nearby without words. Peering into his gaze for too long, those guided by their curiosity may find themselves exposed to a reflection of this beings nature. Revealed to the brave or foolish is the ultimate offer, brandished before mortal eyes that seduce unprepared hearts to glittering promises. Endless wealth cascades from the darkness within those soulless orbs, condemned to an eternal plunge as it all struggles to fill the bottomless pit of Razeel's soul.

Before his ascension to a more prominent position atop the infernal totem, Razeel had been a truly repugnant specimen in his past form, malnourished, thin, and undesired by most for any sort of copulation. Replacing the miserable shell it had once occupied was one of pure extravagance, designed to accommodate the wishes of those who were not swayed by pacts of opulence. Long, silky black hair, pointed ears, and angular features mark a creature born for carnal sin, though lust was not its primary vice. Perfectly shaped muscles are strewn across this devils form, and an especially toned abdominal area served as the main attraction, drawing the gaze of observers from his digitigrade legs; they were not so impressive. Wandering eyes that scanned his legs would discover that they were lean and hairless, with proportionately muscled thighs that sloped down to the backward curve of his shins, ending at cloven hooves complete with a small tuft of blackened fur near the top.

Although he resonated with an unarguable charm, those more apt at identifying social nuances may notice that Razeel's words were often hollow, devoid of legitimate emotion. This particular oddity is comparable to a machine mimicking social behavior, lacking the spark required to add life to subtle motion without seeming forced or unnatural. This flaw aside, the devil was a strong conversationalist, providing the honeyed words necessary for his victims to sign upon the dotted line.