Yah, this character is based off a D&D character of mine that I figured I would take to the next level: Internet based role play with complete strangers! (approved by Winged Fire Ninja)

Name: Daedrius
Age:25
Race: Tiefling
Sex: Male
Hair: Short and a pale white color, aside from the long white bangs that reach his chin.
Eyes: white from edge to edge
Weight:140
Height:5’8

Weapon: His hands are one of the strange, inhuman factors about Daedrius that displays his race plainly in his appearance. Both hands are designed like bony demon claws with lean muscles and rather large and powerful nails exerting from their surface. Though the nails are both sharp and strong, the main threat from his claws comes from the shear strength and accuracy of the muscles as well. With a well planned thrust, he can shove his entire open arm into the stomach of an enemy. Whenever he is traveling or even just getting a feeling that he may have to fight, he usually coats his nails in a thick black liquid he has on his person at any time. The liquid is a poison that burns into the bloodstream, causing excruciating pain on and around the wounded area.
He also wields an arrangement of custom made knives that he hides in concealed places on his body. The knives are relatively large and elaborately designed. They are all identical, having golden handles carved into the shape of two intertwining dragons. The blades are long for a knife and curved almost into the design of a scimitar. The inside end of the curve consists of small teeth cut into blade. Though very well designed, these weapons are not often used in combat…although he always manages to find multiple uses for them…

Armor: His skin is naturally a bit leathery and covered in calluses, giving him some natural protection, also wears multiple cloaks when wings are folded making it a bit harder to make out his figure under the cloth. In order to fly however, many of his cloaks must be discarded.

Strengths: Daedrius is incredibly fast and, despite his size, unnaturally super-strong. His wings usually give him an instant advantage during a fight. He likes to kill and doesn’t hesitate to do it, even in a situation where it is unnecessary. As a demon-spawn, he has high resilience to almost all elemental magic (Fire, Water, Earth, Thunder, etc.)

Weakness: Due to his unusual looks and the evil aura that resonates around him, it is near impossible for him to hide from anything without it sensing him or seeing him. Though he has some promising natural armor, it isn’t enough to withstand a sword blow and, therefore, he doesn’t have the most powerful defensive abilities. Anything holy or sacred is unbearably painful for him to touch and he is often forced into submission from such an attack. Arcane magic is pretty effective against him and he is an extreme outcast from society. Any who are idealists on the concept of good and evil and hold high authority to law and noble morals will despise the impure creature that he is without question or reason. Due to the limited reach his hands give him compared to a sword, he needs to get close to make an effective attack and that can sometimes limit his ability to fight back. Due to his lack of a range attack, when mid-air he is incredibly vulnerable to any ranged weapons.

Skills/Magic: He can cast a few spells that all deal with enchanting his hands to do different things when he uses them and has the ability to fly very acrobaticly using his wings. While flying he can force strong gusts of wind onto a target using his wings, that often subdue an opponent to the ground or at least lessen the ability to move against the wind. The attack is overall relatively harmless though.
Some of the spells he can use include a basic incantation that enchants his hands with fire. The fire is red hot and capable of burning away most non metal materials that are not equipped to the tiefling’s person. He may also enchant his hands with an expulsive energy power, causing the next nonliving thing he touches to spontaneously combust.

Personality: An outcast from birth, Daedrius despises everything and everyone and shows no sign or idea of mercy or compassion for anything alive. He holds a natural hatred and distrust of even his own kind and rarely is found in the companionship of anyone. Due to his lack of care, he also has no sense of honor or respect in his fighting and will make a cheap shot without care. Thanks to his past experiences, Daedrius has inbred the idea that honor and love are a weakness and power is the key to survival. Therefore, he constantly searches for a way to become more powerful and will do anything to do such. Daedrius follows the rules of chaos, in the sense that rules have no meaning to him. The weak are pawns and the strong are a threat. Despite these ideals, he is not paranoid and shows no fear, even if he feels it. As a tiefling, he is naturally drawn to the unnatural and unholy forces and so gets along best (if you could say he gets along with anyone at all) with others who practice these arts.

Appearance: At first glance, not a patch of skin can be seen on this tiefling’s body. Wearing multiple shrouds and cloaks, Daedrius keeps himself completely unidentifiable to anyone for as long as he possibly can. Under the black cloaks, lies a fair faced man who would actually pass off as incredibly handsome if it weren’t for the more disturbing features about him. His unnaturally white hair is short all around his head aside from the long tendril-like bangs that rest in front of his face. His eyes are completely white, lacking visible pupil and iris and making it almost impossible to see just what he is looking at. When in combat, he removes most of his shrouds accept the medium sized shroud and cloak around his neck and back that are designed for maximum wing flexibility. He also wears a black painted padding and a blood red undershirt. When his shrouds are removed, only two of his knives are present and both are visible behind his back. He wears black leather slacks with multiple spikes protruding from them, more for show then a use in combat. He also wears steel tipped boots that have been designed for him to be light-weight so as not to hinder his flying. His clawed hands are also covered by finger-cut, black gloves.

History: Daedrius, a wretched soul deprived of his own damnation. From birth his life was a tragedy that few would understand. For this his heart has sewn itself shut from all and turned cold to the world. The natural urges to survive and control taking over and completely engulfing his being.
Daedrius was born the son of an ashamed young woman who was raped on her wedding night by a fiend who had aided in the invading of her hometown. Left in pain and in the smoldering corpses of everyone she knew and loved, the woman had no idea of the abomination that had started to grow in her womb. For the next several months, she traveled from town to town seeking a place to call home and make a living for herself. The instant they heard about the creature that grew within her she was immediately chased out of the town. When born, he had luckily withstood much of his father’s genes by some unknown cause, and did not come out as the horrific half-fiend that so many had expected of him. However he did inherit enough demon to be noticeably not human; most obvious, the stubby folded wings and empty white eyes.
After his birth, Daedrius didn’t quite understand why people hated him wherever they went and was often confused as to why his mother uncomfortably stuffed his magnificent bat-like wings into uncomfortable positions behind tight clothing. He never had any friends, and even his own mother seemed not to love him. Though she fed and cared for him, he could always see in her eyes the hatred she held for him and how his existence had ruined her life. As he grew, he began to reflect some of that hatred back at others who would reject them, often growing hostile and angry at everyone. This never helped them to cope anywhere and often had the law chasing him down. He didn’t care. His mother obviously never cared and no one else did either.
By the time his wings and claws had fully developed, the youth had bred a completely independent mindset and was ready to leave this embarrassment of an existence behind him and set out for the life of an adventurer. The promise of finding his own place in the world where people wouldn’t matter was a nirvana he dreamed of. No one would miss him and he would be doing all the local guards a favor and his mother….his mother would be better off without him anyway...
Disappearing in the night with nothing but a small satchel of food and the clothes on his back, Daedrius left the world that kept him safe for so long, never to return and into the dark wood beyond the outskirts of the civilized world. As he walked through the dark, he wondered what he would now do with himself and what kind of adventurer he could be. As he walked, creatures stirred from beyond the wood around him and became ready to strike the young tiefling. Had it not been for coincidence, the great wolves that stalked him would have killed the unarmed abomination of men. At that same moment however, a small gathering of travelers had come across the scene and the group then charged to save the youth. An eruption of fire and blood swirled around the woods that night, in the midst of a young demon-kin who then saw his first real taste of blood and death.

“Hey kid, what are you doing out here at this hour?” A rather large man said, still panting from the battle. His face was heavily bearded and blunt. He wore a suit of armor and wielded a sword nearly twice the size of Daedrius.

The tiefling looked around to see who else had saved him. Among them was: a human in a suit of leather with multiple daggers and knives ornating his suit, plentifully used in the fight and an elf with a rather large bow.

By this time all of them had noticed the wings that stood out from the youth they had just saved and all were a little wary of the creature.

“Oh please, you are all pathetic” a voice seemed to speak as if from no where.

Two figures stepped from out of the woods and came close to the boy. “You’re a disgrace to everything the world will think of you, so embrace it and get on with yourself tiefling” Said one of the figures.

Daedrius didn’t know how to respond as he had never been called that before and had never been quite sure as to what he was. It made him wonder as to who would know anything about him. Squinting, it was hard for him to make out the two figures but what he did see startled him. They both seemed to be human…at one time. One was garbed in tattered robes that covered much of his torso, but was made of nothing but bones and occasional areas of a green colored rotting flesh. The other wore a suit of black armor and his skin was the same green as that of the flesh of the other undead.

“Trust me, I might have an idea of what it means to be an outcast” the robed lich continued.

For the next several years the tiefling traveled and learned from the other adventurers until a certain day when the tiefling had awakened to find the entire camp deserted and him alone and abandoned. He does not know what happened that day. Setting off on his own again, Daedrius swore to never trust another again.

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