Name: Tzadkiel
Aliases: The Betrayer
Age: Ancient, predates the formation of the Faerûn more than 36,000 years.
Origin: Mount Celestia
Classes:

-Antipaladin 12

Physical Characteristics:

Note: Statistics followed by a slash indicate a disparity between Tzadkiel's true (fallen) form, and his guise as a benevolent Solar.

Sex: Male
Height: 9 feet (2.7 meters)
Weight: 596 pounds (270 kilograms)
Build: Craggy and muscular
Skin: Pale silver/Radiant silver
Hair:
-Color: Black/burnished gold
-Length: Shoulder length/down to mid back
Eyes:
-Shape: Deep set/Upturned
-Color: Balefire Green/Brilliant Topaz

Alignment: Lawful Evil
Religion: Erstwhile Champion of Marduk
Political affiliation: Once an Archdevil in the service of Glasya, ruler of Malbolge, the sixth layer of Hell.
Culture: Fallen Celestial
Occupation: Tyrant and Antipaladin
Speech patterns: Tzadkiel's voice is a high aristocratic growl, when the Solar succumbs to rage, lust, or envy, his voice is a dark and eardrum splitting caricature of an untainted Solar's plane-shaking general?s voice.

Personality:
Tzadkiel was once a champion and general in the service of Marduk, for reasons lost to many sages, he rebelled against his patron, was soundly thrashed at the foot of the second layer of Celestia, and banished to Malbolge. Several years ago, he disappeared from his citadel on the lower planes and emerged on the prime material plane greatly diminished in power. How he fell is, as of yet, anyone's guess.

History: Forthcoming

Physical Appearance:

-Alternate Form:

Long before the younger races came to Faerûn. The gods of virtue and law created angels. Whereas most Solars serve their deities as seneschels and valets, Tzadkiel is built for war. A mane of Lustrous golden hair hangs down to the middle of the Solar?s back framing a high aristocratic brow. Brilliant topaz eyes refract and amplify every photon of ambient light that touch his corneas. High cheekbones descend to an aquiline nose complimented by a strong jawline. The Solar rarely smiles, but his teeth are perfect and pearlescent. Tzadkiel's face may well be a blueprint for mortal sovereigns and champions.
 
The Angel's massive 9 foot, 596-pound frame is wrought from hard, craggy muscle; he is, every atom of him, a warrior. But for the aura of evenhandedness and goodness, and his massive wings, onlookers might mistake him for a half-giant arena champion, or a diminutive titan. Tattoos adorn both of the Solar's arms: A platinum-hued dragon coils about the length of his right arm, the beast's maw terminating just above his wrist. Three beautiful, full breasted Word Archons loop about the Solar's upper left arm, longswords and lyres in their delicate hands. Each of the three possesses vibrant metallic skin: palladium, gold, and silver. His shoulders span nearly three feet, and frame a muscular chest the envy many a demigod. Three pairs of pairs of massive wings rest upon the Solar's back, white and impeccably groomed.

-True Form:

Thick and tenebrous, Tzadkiel's mane hangs just below his shoulders. The angel's hair might well descend to the middle of his back, but for his macabre prizes. The Solar has braided half-a-hundred beads, bones, and obscure metal oddities into his shadowy mane. Several of his gory prizes stand out: an argent bead carved from the breastbone of silver dragon. A carved sapphire bead presents a miniature, and perchance the caged soul, of a comely nereid, her face frozen in an expression of fear and awe. However, the most unsettling of the Solar's macabre spoils is a single feather. White gold edged with platinum: a love token from an angel who kept her vows, for a time.

Tzadkiel still possesses a measure of his choirs' vaunted beauty. High cheekbones and an aquiline nose counterpoise sunken cheeks. The Antipaladin's aristocratic brow is creased from centuries of rage; a perpetual sneer and aged burn scar detract from a strong jawline, high cheekbones, and pearlescent teeth. His eyes, once a brilliant topaz, are completely consumed in green balefire. The heat of his eyes is such that his eyelids, eyebrows, and naval bridge are scorched a deep charcoal. Perceptive onlookers may note the deep furrows and lines beneath the Solar's eyes. On occasion, when he is exposed to negative energy, or casts potent spell, his eyes are filled with an inky and abhorrent darkness.

Tthe god who wrought Tzadkiel had a decidedly martial design. The Solar's muscular arms, and the telltale signs of barroom fractures bear witness to countless of wars, and devil cleaving. Even in his diminished state, the Solar looks as though he might tear an ogre's head from off its spinal column. Each of the Solar's arms is embellished with faded tattoos. A gray, or (silver?), dragon coils about the length of his right arm, the beast's maw terminating just above his wrist. Looped about the Solar's upper left arm, three comely, full breasted Word Archons bear swords and lyres.  His shoulders span nearly three feet and surmount a chest the envy of many a Titan. His abs and pectorals leave one with the sense that whoever created the Solar endeavored to compress a Storm Giant's musculature into a Hill Giant's frame.

Nearly every inch of his frame is a radiant argent, like the apex of his lost Celestia. His physique might be inimitable, but for the scar: an immense black scar covers his left side, left arm, and crawls up his left side of his neck terminating at just below his jawline. The angel's back resembles nothing so much as fresh cut granite glazed with silver. Unlike the angels of his choir, he possesses two, rather than the customary three, pairs of wings, and each of these is composed of large black feathers. A close examination of his back (true form) reveals two poorly healed scars nestled between his wings, and the telltale marks of cauterization of hasty, inexpert cauterization.

Tzadkiel's attire has changed very little since his fall: kilts of leather and linen, or cotton chitons do little to conceal the musculature beneath, or the strength that only comes from punishment at the hands of wroth devils. Long, sinewy calves terminate in sandaled feet. These are what one would expect of a Solar, fallen or otherwise, timeless and masterfully crafted: Cornugon hide cured and wrought by one of Mercuria's finest cobblers.

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