Assumed Name: Vaazra
Age: ..Ancient - who's counting anymore?
Race: Abyssal Beast of some sort; a demon.

 
 With a molten gaze and a wicked smirk, this denizen of the Abyss struts imposingly into view, cloaked by a massive pair of wings  and a long, serpentine tail that lashes behind him. He seems bemused by your survey, appearing to preen and pose just a pinch whilst your eyes feast. A hungry gaze stares back...

 Vaazra stands tall, and bears a rippling, cut build that speaks of untold years of training and fitness. There's little to no fat smoothing down the taut muscle groups, his every movement and shift pronounced in articulate fashion as muscles bunch and stretch. He is utterly hairless, save for a tufted mane cresting atop his skull; smooth, obsidian hide composing his complexion. His wings are massive, and likely entirely flight worthy.

 His face seems vaguely canine, he might remind one of a furless, fallen Hound Archon, though it is doubtful that he ever stood in the peaks of Celestia. If nothing else, he seems to be a cruel mockery of such holy guardians. His maw opens to reveal rows of gleaming, jagged fangs and a long, flat tongue that seems to enjoy curling and licking over his own snout every chance it gets. A short, arcing pair of horns jut from his skull.

 There's the persistent scent of ash mingled with a faint musk wafting around him. His body radiates heat to a noticeable degree, and would seem feverish to the touch.

He speaks with a deep, resonating rumble of a voice, gravelly and rough, but not entirely unpleasant to the ear. All too often, he demonstrates a mastery of the common tongue, but is known to occasionally slip into Abyssal now and again.

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 There's a bizarre nonchalance about Vaazra; he doesn't seem to be possessed of the raw desire to destroy and maim the world around him, to maximize the violence around his person, to sow the seeds of chaos. At least, he gives no outward suggestion to the baser natures his kind are wrought from.

 In fact, alarmingly, he almost seems pleasant, most times. Whatever's put him in Sinfar, he seems content to stay awhile and 'make friends'...

 But it's never far off, and it lives in his eyes the most; at the edge of the facade, behind every twisted smile.

Hatred. Greed. Lust; everything that might ruin a life, sometimes one can swear they see the very embodiment of these things swirling in that glowing, simmering gaze he loves to share...
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LIGHTS:

Red: Anything against server rules in regards to RP/IC conduct. There are some situations this character will not engage in, in spite of his nature and appearances; if in doubt send a tell.

Yellow: Goveryfast.

Green: Almost anything and everything RP flavored. The player has only a few OOC reservations and none of them are to do with gender or play-style preference. Play it out in-character and see what happens.