Tibern Onc

Name: Tibern Contus Onc
Race: Tiefling
Age: 24
Class: Bard
Deity: Undecided
Alignment: Neutral Good

Tibern is the kind of man you notice even if you don’t want to. Standing a hair under six feet, he has a lean, predatory build, all graceful lines and quiet strength. His skin is a deep, molten crimson, smooth and unblemished except for a faint scar tracing along his jaw like a whisper of danger. From his brow, two elegant horns curve upward and back, their surface polished to a dark sheen that catches the light like obsidian. His hair, thick and black with a slight wave, is kept just long enough to frame his face, making the sharp cut of his jaw and the glint of his golden eyes impossible to ignore. Those eyes—bright, unblinking, and almost metallic—are the sort that can shift from warm invitation to cutting challenge in a heartbeat.

There’s a deliberate sharpness to him, a cultivated elegance laced with danger. He dresses in deep, rich colors—dark reds, blacks, and gold accents that play off his infernal coloring. His shirts are cut just loose enough for comfort, the collars open to hint at the strength beneath, while his fitted vests and long coats move easily with him. A lute hangs at his back, its polished wood gleaming, and on his right hand rests a silver signet ring—the only trace of House Onc he still claims. When he smiles, it’s the kind of grin that suggests he already knows something you don’t—and that it might cost you to find out.