*Beggars and other vagrants have begun to whisper about a certain, unnamed hellspawn recruiting for an unknown, apparently insidious cause.*

Demeanor: The daemonspawn is well mannered and friendly, holding himself loosely with a carefree attitude most of the time. However, when adventuring he fixes himself into a more serious person, easy to become irate if his commands or requests are refused.

Appearance: His skin is a crimson red. His face is well proportioned, square-jawed and by all definitions of the word handsome. However, growing out his skull are two horns which bend around his skull. He wears a smile on his face at all times, his naturally greasy hair slicked back. On the back of his right hand, a runic looking "M" encircled by an arcane looking band is inked in pitch black ink.

Attire: He wears typical duelist garbs, preferring loose clothing to the tight-fitting sets. His armor is composed of lighter items, usually leather and padded cloth. He uses no shield, and carries in a obsidian-black scabbard hung off his hip a rapier. The rapier's guard is finely decorated, the pommel intricately crafted from an amethyst.

Passive Traits: The tiefling's body radiates with extra warmth, much like the fiends that sired him. Water and snow steam off him shortly after making contact. Sometimes when temptation takes a hold of him, the fiendish blood takes reign over his good mannerisms and it becomes apparent when his natural amber eyes are glossed over by a fiendish golden hue, albeit he tries hard to restrain his nature.

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Recently: Thanks to some newfound friends, the tiefling has acquiesced and had a new outfit fashioned. It is much more extravagant than what he's normally used to, but it is equally comfortable, or so he claims. The item was tailored to fit him perfectly, the quality of the material beyond what he's normally seen in.

As the tiefling's magical prowess develops so does his tattoo. With more power comes additions to the band, which have begun to creep up his arm and have now encircled his forearm. If one gets a good enough look, between the bands are in tiny lettering the contents of the contract he's made with his patron.


[Lore 20] You recognize the sigil on the back of his hand belongs to Mephistopheles.

// OOC
Red: Gore (outside PvP RP), scat, waterworks, being penetrated (you can try, but he won't react well to it)

Everything else is practically RP dependant.

Find out his backstory IC.

Tell friendly, but I prefer IC encounters to OOC set-ups.