Updated 2021-03-01. You're welcome.

~~In Brief.~~

Name: Rhazhar
Race: Rakshasa
Alignment: Straight
Sex: God

~~Notice.~~

Now fleeing from his vast network of interdimensional creditors, the yiff god occasionally poses as a giant lizardman. Despite only a passing resemblance to his true form, this disguise is of dubious quality, as he can't be bothered to change his distinctive purple wardrobe.

~~Ahem.~~

Some are born to rule, others to follow. Some are born for glory, some mediocrity, and others ignominy. It's a hard thing, mortal life. Fortunately, Rhazhar is not mortal.

The rakshasa are known for their prowess at manipulation, scheming, and subterfuge. Devious masterminds, the lot of them, casting a long shadow in the seedy planar underworld.

Rhazhar possesses none of these qualities. He is a thug. Exceedingly vain and phenomenally petty, he is instead fixated on two things:

1. (Respectfully) ignoring women.
2. Acquiring gold.

[As mentioned above, this does not mean that Rhazhar drinks deeply of the cock-ambrosia. The only dick that concerns the rakshasa is his own.]

It is to these ends that Rhazhar can be found in the seedy back alleyways of Sinifer, spending his time breaking kneecaps, physically intimidating artisans and merchants, and shaking down passersby for drugs.

In certain wholly-irrelevant circles, Rhazhar is known as a pimp capable of providing for the most singular of tastes. He attracted notice in this regard after offering the succulent flesh of a bodak to the city's unwitting populace.

This fun fact may be revealed by a DC 35 lore check.

~~Lights.~~

You wouldn't get it.

~~Fin.~~