An emaciated imp stumbles about on spindly red legs, his two-foot stature brought low by a relaxed slouch. He grins dopily, dragging his scorpion tail along the ground, his bat wings only halfway folded. His golden gaze drifts about lazily, his eyes bloodshot and sunken, his pupils dilated unnaturally wide.

  Chex is an euphoric imp; a lesser known subspecies famed for their addictive hallucinogenic venom and alchemical talents. Having no immunity to his own toxin, he frequently uses his stinger on himself, hiding his track marks beneath an orange tabard. While lucid, he's as cunning and wicked as any other career-oriented fiend. While high, he's utterly feckless, but surprisingly chipper.