Age: Seiritif NeklanCare to make a bet?
No specific origin due to traveling but was briefly raised in the outskirts of Asha Appearance:
Seiritif proves to be relatively handsome, that is if one can look past his abnormalities. Standing tall and fit at a large 6’2, with a navy-blue skin tone which sharply contrasts his red fiery eyes, all of which makes the Tiefling impossible to miss in a crowd. His slightly wavy black and brown hair barely bobs above his shoulders, often being tied behind his head in a small bun keeping it from blocking his vision. His face is seemingly cleansed of blemishes except for an old faded scare sliced diagonally across his high-rise cheekbones acting as a cursed memory of his old guardian. His tail swooshes behind him being rather thick for even that of a Tiefling, it has grown pock marked with scares from years of traveling on the road, having become the only part of him he doesn’t make an active attempt to make presentable, but rather having it swept idly behind him keeping it away from any kind of attention.
The Tiefling has always has been one to care passionately about his outward appearance, having put forward a large sum to get custom made jewelry that he wears to embellish his horns, making no attempt to hide his Tiefling heritage. Having grown a natural affinity for the colors purple and red through the colors being a part of his old show, the blue Tiefling rapidly grew an attachment to them wearing the colors as frequently as possible. Although due to his current predicament he’s been forced to relinquish many of his old clothes and trinkets he once grew so fond of in his past as they quickly became irrelevant for the journey ahead of him now. Personality:
Tieflings tend to be considered some kind of mysterious boogeymen that are passed on as old wives tales to keep their children in bed, and Seiritif embraced all of it. Having joined the circus and forgoing any past he had before that he has grown accustomed to being the center of attention, radiating extravagance and arrogance the Tiefling holds himself high no matter who may be mocking him for his race. Seiritif has been noted multiple times to hold those he calls friends closely, as for a Tiefling such as himself he's found that allies come few and far between. Despite all of this he has always had an air of kindness and wits to the man.
Ever since he joined the circus Seiritif began relying heavily on his silver tongue that he once used to manipulate his old guardian with. Being capable of making elaborate made up stories on the spot alongside with his dexterous hands the Tiefling has managed to get himself in and out of trouble multiple times, but all it takes is messing with the wrong person for it all to come tumbling down. History:
Seiritif's upbringing was anything but a gentle one. With having no memory of who his true parents were, or any knowledge of what happened to them. Rather he was raised by an old senile necromancer who believed that by raising a devil child he could be granted a wish from a demon without knowing how wrong he could be. Being raised by the old man was a hard time for the child as he was subjected to both his diluted mood swings and being stuck within a house cut off from the outside world. Although once he turned 17 Seiritif left the only place he's ever known to search out for something better for himself. Grabbing as many supplies he could, he made a run for it. With only two mementos from the old man upon his departure, one being his ability of manipulating the very air people breath, and a newly placed gash across his left cheek.
To be on his own after living a relatively sheltered life from the outside world; 17-year-old Seiritif was not in any way prepared for the trials that lie ahead. Facing fear and disdain from his mere existence Seiritif quickly turned to becoming a criminal, using and manipulating his Aeromancy to get away with things no man in his situation should have been able to get away with for how little he knew. Unfortunately for him, this streak of crime could only get him so far in the cities of Ashae as he was found and almost killed. Seirtif left the cities traveling onto the long dirt roads in search of any place he could call home.
luck finally began to take a turn, as the Philip Astely Traveling Circus found him lying on his would-be death bed in the middle of the road. It was there from the generosity of the ringmaster Seiritif lived on. And it was here that he found a group of outcasts, misfits, and those of interesting skills that a blue-skinned tiefling could call his home. Adding another misfit to the ranks Seiritif quickly bound himself to the role of the "Devil of the Circus" and along with it, the circuses fame skyrocketed. As it was not every day people are able to witness a tiefling, and with his acts he played on the fear and the veil of mystery that surrounded his race to keep people constantly on the edge of their seats, creating an illusion of risk and danger when there was never any to begin with. The circus, suffice to say, hit a home run by adopting the blue-skinned man.
As traveling with the circus rapidly became his new home, for the first time in his life he found a place he belonged. Seiritif spent most of his spare time in-between shows sitting at a table on the edge of the circus ground, as traversing out alone tended to be a risky endeavor as the sight of a Tiefling to many people has mixed results. But at his table, he took on any passerby who felt they had the luck and courage to gamble against the Tiefling, and it was there he sat using Aeromancy to game dice rolls or stacking decks of cards into his favor; he was one to rarely lose. But all it took was gambling with the wrong person at the wrong time for things to turn violent. Miscalculation both his own strength and a miss cast of a spell lead to an unconscious man bleeding at his feet. Not even being capable of saying his goodbyes before he was taken away.
He wasn't even capable of saying his goodbye to those who saved him before he was locked up in a cell, his normal demeanor quickly fell apart within the sell having been set for execution the tiefling seamingly lost hope for himself. Laying in a poorly made cot in a cell, the iron gates of hell creaked open, "Finally time to take me away? Or are you just here to gawk at a teifling."
"neither, it took some convincing but your sentence has been appealed." the man standing tall above him replied, his expression exceedingly hard to read.
The Tiefling let out a sardonic chuckle out in response. "So fate still got something planned for me then, eh?"Relationships:
- Throwing weapons (From the circus)
- Slight of hand
- Sword play
- Mild survival skills (From the order)
- Rations to last him a week
- 6 throwing knives attached upon his belt
- wet stone and oils for weapon upkeep
- sleeping kot
- An old but well-kept Falchion
- Water skin
- Tarot cards