A towering, lean figure at 6'2", with deep violet skin that catches the light like dusk. His long, ink-black hair falls just past his shoulders, framing sharp yellow eyes and curling rams' horns that hug his skull like a crown. A well-worn gray cloak drapes over studded leather armor the color of old blood.

Born during a Shadowfell convergence, your Tiefling heritage warped into volatile shadow magic that began consuming your life force. To survive this parasitic power, you forged a desperate pact with a shadowy patron. They stabilized your soul, but transformed you into a permanent anchor for their dark influence in the material realm.