Once, he walked the earth in a human
carcass with three constricting chains,
three seals that held him bound and
trapped within an inferior form. Now,
with two of them gone and a third
broken, the Devil had been released
and his real form came to sight.

Over eight feet of flesh and muscle
carved and designed to resemble
perfection. A figure that was formerly
considered angelic, heavenly, stepped
forward with hooves that were once
feet, now cracking and breaking cobbles
on his walk. Dark skin that, perhaps soft
and flawless in a past, was presently
rough and entirely covered in scars and
remnants of battle and sin; swords,
axes, spells and nails, each left a
different, unique story upon the dark
canvas of his body. Behind him, proof
that he was no longer divine: First, a
prehensile length floated behind the
devil, swung left and right either as
an instrument of manipulation or a
punctuation. The tail did as was bid,
often seeking attention or reminding
another poor soul where theirs should
have been. Adhered to his back, and
only when needed, two wings powerful
enough to lift the fiend up, no longer
covered in the feathers that had fallen
centuries ago left the membrane and
bone exposed.

Following up the infernal legs were the
two colonnades that held the massive
creature up, powerful thighs adorned,
at times, with protectors created from
the same nefarious celestial gold
as the rest of his armor. In betwixt
these, when the Devil didn't wear
more formal attires, was the loincloth
that barely covered what was surely
just as impressive as the rest of him.
Another weapon in his arsenal, the
envy of men and the sinful demise of
their wives, contouring on the surface
when not exposed in the wake of the
loincloth.

His torso held carefully sculpted muscles
that protruded from his skin leading
to a chest that bared the most
impressive of scars; his right shoulder
the start of it and his left hip the
end, the scar crossed his body in a
gruesome reminder of bad choices.
Long, dark hair fell down his features,
clinging to his shoulders and chest.
Behind it, two eyes that nonchalantly
observed and analysed everything that
came before him. Two orbs filled with
a dark red that seemed to carry its
own glow while, in the middle, a
slitted black pupil crowned each eye.
Rough, sharp features that were usually
twisted into a perverse grin, enhanced
by the scar that ran over his face
opposite to the one on his chest, and
adorned by a single ring on his right
nostril that connected to another on
his right ear with a chain. Two long,
black horns sprouted from his forehead
and curved backwards only to end in
sharp tips, perfectly usable as weapons.

Either guarded or alone, the Devil
only stepped out only with a purpose.
Whatever might be the case, the
deep pools of red looked left and right,
and, while still apathetic and passive,
sought for something, plotted.
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|=Name> Razzek
|=Race> Devil, Baatezu, Pit Fiend
|=Height> Eight Feet and Five Inches
|=Weight> Circa six hundred pounds
|=Occupation> Overseer
|=Weapon of Choice> Double Sword
|=Origin> Baator, Nessus
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This character follows a very close image
of the Dungeons & Dragons Devil. Goals,
Methods, Structure, Hierarchy and Powers
included. Stats and Abilities will be RP'd
accordingly and only with permission.

Note that, despite mostly avoiding direct
combat, this character is, in most cases,
a villain. He will try to twist words, pull
nonexistent strings and create one-sided
contracts.
|=~~~~~~~~=~~~~~~~Lights~~~~~~~=~~~~~~~=|
They range from vanilla to the most
perverse you can think of.
Corruption, coercion, blackmail, evil deeds
and contracts are to be expected.
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|=~> https://www.f-list.net/c/Razzek  <~=|
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