Apparent Race: Fiendish (sufficient knowledge, magical detection/sight and/or investigation would reveal further)
Apparent Age: Pristine, timeless
Build: Intricately chiseled, powerfully muscled, emphasized upper body
Skin Tone: Dull, dark grey
Hair: Coal black, shoulder length, meticulously managed
Face: Sharp and angular, perfectly symmetrical features; Severe, subtly sinister brow; Neatly cropped stubble
Eyes: Otherworldly, smoldering fiery hue, slitted pupils; Penetrating, unnerving stare; Deep, shadowed eye sockets
Facial Details: Row of protective barbs jutting out of his forehead in a scorched, dull crimson hue
Body Modifications: Cold iron stud piercing below his lip; Cold iron studs lining his collarbones, embedded in his hide
Scent: Subtle, smoky remnants of a fire or expended charcoal

:: Mortal Manifestation ::

Height: 6'5"
Voice: Deep, rich, smoky
Bodily Details: Thick hide, subtly jagged to the touch over shoulders, back, fore of his arms and legs

:: Infernal Manifestation ::

Height: Over 7'
Voice: Deep, rich, smoky, with a distinctly inhuman, disturbing aftershock of sinister portent
Facial Details: Crown of dark, wickedly jagged horns lining a dominant, formidable pair in a scorched, dull crimson hue
Bodily Details: Thick hide, armored, jagged scales coating shoulders, back, fore of his arms and legs; Razor-sharp, lacerating talons jutting out from both hands and feet; Massive pair of robust, obviously fiendish wings; Thick, viciously barbed tail capable of tormentous, lacerating whipping strikes; Inverted, monstrous legs; Row of barbs tracing down his neck and spine


Towering over most mortal men, the baleful glare of slitted eyes nearly aglow with an inner malice would soon affix upon any who draw too close or engage the man in conversation, ever calculating that which they gaze upon. His poise is adamantly proud, even haughty, often displayed in posture as well as demeanor. The powerful, statuesque chiseled build of a proven warrior only serve to reinforce the man's imposing air.

When he speaks, it is more often than not in a confident, darkly rich timbre possessed with an undercurrent of a growl hinting at a simmering, repressed temper waiting for a chance to be unleashed. Nevertheless, the man seems more than capable of civility, even amicable discourse. Whatever fire burns within seems held in check by the iron will of a rigorously disciplined mind.

Whatever meager facade of humanity the man displayed would swiftly crumble when viewed under a magical lens of even middling potency, or when he himself chose to display it. Thusly unveiled, the towering visage of a true denizen of the burning Hells would reveal itself, rising proudly unto the world of men. If one could indeed appreciate such profound foulness, the fiendish warrior struck a figure of infernal glory; a prime specimen of the Horned Devils, or Cornugons, who serve as the elite soldiers and defensive forces of the Nine Hells. Fangs, wicked talons, a thick, prehensile, barbed tail, armored scales and massive, hellish wings all sprout from the malicious form in a maddening display of fiendish battle prowess.

Even still, the devil could often be seen clad in hellforged armor embedded with the harsh infernal scripture of his home plane - protective runes, likely - embossed upon heavy cold iron plating he bore with ease. The remainder of his worn protection seemed to consist of sturdy hides and impossibly thick scales of hues eerily reminiscent of other fiendish denizens. The formidable armor nevertheless did not appear entirely critical, as the man was quite content to leave much of his chest and arms exposed - for mobility, one would imagine, or perhaps dreadful invitation - where his own sturdy hide and jagged scales would serve as armor in its own right.

Two lavish, ornately embossed scabbards lined his back, where two tremendous swords awaited their infernal master's call. One apt in the detection of magical auras could no doubt sense the destructive force imbued in the hellish weapons of war, but closer inspection would be required to discern the true nature of the malignant energy coursing through the sheathed weaponry.


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[Roleplay dictates what the character will and will not do. As a player, I go where the RP goes. For convenience's sake, below are listed some potential target themes for the character as well as the few red lights present:]

Conflict RP of all kinds, darker themes, Contracts, devilish/faustian bargains, psychological/moral corruption, intricate summoning/binding rituals & RP, nefarious dealings, blood war & infernal/abyssal lore-related RP, eternal conflict-related RP, combat RP, comprimised/compromising situations, chance encounters, and much more...

Males & Mixed genders in ERP (RP is always welcome), toilet business in an ERP context, heavy vore, etc...

[Feel free to send me a tell for questions, concerns and the like, or if your character would like to research the fiend in an attempt to summon, negotiate with and/or bind him. This, however, will be handled through RP IC if so, and not OOC setup.]


[Mood Music:]
Theme
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=eIZ78hATT3I

Combat
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=AA883-ajdWY
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=OJSiaf9m55s
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=LLpKroZ0m_g
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=CsW72KIOd8U

Dark Dealings
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=kKGmZN06lBI
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=ISbV2Rx8VWs
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=ZBMhwWN_088