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• fallaces sunt rerum species

  Name: Undisclosed Alias: Infernal or Phineas in recent years, holds many more Nickname(s): Fin, Fiend, Fallen, sadistic murdering son of a bitch Race: safe to assume his blood runs a little darker than your average man's Age: Ageless, typically appears as one in their early 20's Gender: decidedly male Alignment: neutral evil Sphere: Vengeance and Retribution, Pacts of Power Height: 6ft 3in Weight: 195lbs, excluding horns and tail Voice: pending Scent: pending

  Loyalties: Lucifer, himself Kin: Seraphyna Progeny: None Orientation: pansexual Martial Status: disinterested, himself Bound to: NA not easily done or to be taken lightly Owns: Nickolai, Nachiel, many more of those indebted Occupation: Warden of The Carmine Bordello, tempter, slayer of angels and man Residence: The Underworld, frequents The Carmine Bordello and The Golden Tether Language: Omnilingual with a few exceptions Personality: ENTJ Handedness: left

  The Physical From first glance, this creature was clearly beyond human or avian alone. Dark, heavy horns of classic wicked construct framed either side of his face yet were held without effort. For the more savvy it spoke of a greater physical strength than even a finely muscled body could provide - lean yet powerful. The fiend was known for changing his appearance to suit necessity and whim, favoring the body of a man or gryphon. His attire was always well made and fit to form, bearing a sigil to reflect his status. Secured at a hip a satchel and coiled whip could be found. He carried himself with an easy, almost lazy pride - an ageless king that could not be touched yet invited it all the same.

  The Spiritual Even the blind and deaf would know when he entered a room. He commanded a certain presence with an undercurrent of controlled power not unlike that of a beast pacing its cage for weakness, waiting patiently for the right moment to let itself be known. In general, it was a subtle whisper of simultaneous danger and allure. For those more sensitive, discerning the nature of this just might be possible. Not a demon born or created, but a fallen once held among the archangels. It is rare that another could know him for what he is in truth; not only has his appearance changed drastically from his old life upstairs, he makes an active effort to keep this to himself.

  As an Adversary
  First and foremost, in the mortal realm he does not carry his full power. This comes with its own pros and cons; as he is limited in strength, his essence is divided. A physical death is temporary and requires massive injury to achieve. His body does not operate on the same, basic mechanics for survival. What would be fatal for a mortal man will likely have limited consequence on its own. In the matter of offense and defense, he holds no qualm in using physical skill and weaponry as well as magic or energy. He favors the conjuring and manipulation of both the shadows and fire, along with the use of an oft-carried whip. The fallen displays prowess with a variety of other weapons, including his own body. One final warning: demons don't fight fair.