Veyrin “Redfang” Zareth

• Race: Tiefling (Infernal Ancestry) • Class: Fighter (Champion) / Rogue (Swashbuckler) • Alignment: Chaotic Neutral • Background: Outlander (Former Mercenary, now a Wanderer) • Age: Late 30s

• Skin: Crimson red with darker, almost black streak-like markings crawling up from his neck and jaw, giving him a fierce and otherworldly appearance. • Horns: Twisted and rugged, resembling aged, petrified wood. They curve outward and back with a textured, cracked surface. • Eyes: Piercing amber with a faint glow, framed by a slightly furrowed brow that conveys intensity and purpose. • Hair: Midnight black, slicked back but with loose, windswept strands hinting at a rugged lifestyle. • Facial Hair: A sharp, styled mustache that contrasts with his otherwise wild appearance, adding a dash of roguish charm. • Ears: Elongated, with a slight upward curve, drawing attention to his infernal heritage. • Distinguishing Markings: A glowing, flame-like brand in the center of his forehead, flanked by small, gem-like ridges. • Clothing: Wears armor adorned with spiked accents, hinting at his combat readiness and dangerous past. Around his shoulders is a thick, fur-lined mantle for both warmth and intimidation.

• Sharp-tongued, but charming—a rogue with a silver tongue and a devil-may-care attitude. • A pragmatist who prefers survival over heroics but has a soft spot for the underdog. • Drinks like a man who’s trying to forget something. • Loyal… to those who earn it—but cross him, and you won’t get a second chance. • Constantly teeters between self-interest and reluctant morality. • Flirts when he’s bored, fights when he’s angry, and schemes when he’s neither.

• Smirks even when he shouldn’t—especially when facing danger. • Likes to lean in close when talking, as if sharing a secret. • Fidgets with a dagger while speaking, flipping it between his fingers absentmindedly. • Voice is smooth, slightly husky, with a hint of amusement, even when serious. • Frequently mutters Infernal curses under his breath.

• “I don’t start fights. I finish ‘em.” • “Trust is a lot like gold—hard to find, easy to lose, and best not given to just anyone.” • “You ever stare down a devil and win? No? Then shut up and follow my lead.” • “Oh, I’m dangerous, sweetheart. But only if you make me prove it.” • “This world doesn’t care if we live or die. So, what say we give it something to talk about?”

• Once a sellsword for hire, Veyrin was known as “Redfang” for his brutal efficiency in combat. • Worked with various mercenary groups, but a betrayal left him with a price on his head. • Now a fugitive, wandering from town to town, taking odd jobs and staying one step ahead of bounty hunters. • Secretly searching for someone—a friend, a lost love, or an enemy? He won’t say. • Knows too much about the Lower Planes, which raises the question: Has he been there before?

• Dual-wields curved shortswords, striking fast and hard before enemies react. • Prefers dirty fighting—low blows, feints, and using the environment to his advantage. • Good at talking his way out of trouble—when he wants to. • Not afraid to run if a fight isn’t worth dying for. • Seems to shrug off wounds that should put a man down—either he’s tough, lucky, or something more.