Cahir

Biographical information

Birthplace Unknown, he won't tell Born Died Age 90-120 years old Home Nomadic lifestyle Sexuality Pronouns

Physical description

Race Tiefling. Cahir descends from one of the old gods, an eldritch, malformed, chaotic amalgamation that had, at some point, taken a human consort to reproduce with. From here stem the inhuman traits that were over time diluted, resurfacing within Cahir due to the hand of fate or some other, unseen, force. Sub-Race Gender Manly man
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Out-of-character information

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-Eyes: The sclera is completely black, tar-colored, and pristine, with a unicolored, milky center. There's no separation or distinction between the iris and the pupil. The two are merged together into a single mass.

-Hair: Ivory white, shoulder length, clean, but a little unkempt. There's a slight widow's peak where his hairline starts.

-Skin: Mottled and leathery, it is thicker than human skin and slightly rougher and gaunt, like boiled leather. Due to its special properties, Cahir cannot grow facial hair.

-Other features: Cahir's wide, bull-like head is graced with two pairs of parallel, relatively small, upward-curving horns. His ears are slightly pointed and he has a powerful, over-pronounced brow ridge, reminiscent of a Neanderthal.

-Height: 250 cm

-Mass: 300 kg

-Build: Cahir is incredibly mutated, even for a tiefling. His imposing height and corded muscles make him a menace. He's larger than men and orcs by a fair bit, but still dwarfed by pure-blooded giants and, to a lesser extent, some of the brawnier ogres.

-Markings/Tattoos: The violet markings littering his body are not tattoos, but by-products of extensive magic usage. Whenever Cahir is channeling a powerful spell, the markings flare up. Reinvigorated, they turn raisin-purple and go as far as to creep up his face, all the way to his forehead.

-Attire: Pants, something similar to jackboots, and, at times, forearm-length studded gloves. Cahir seldom wears shirts or anything to cover up his torso.

Physically imposing and magically gifted, Cahir is a force to be reckoned with. That said, he's attuned to substantial magic and, therefore, is limited in scope. He cannot read minds, see the future, control thoughts, teleport or do anything that requires a particular attunement to certain immaterial or metaphysical aspects.

Fuck around and find out.

Jokes aside, he's a mercenary, morally gray and with a healthy dose of self-serving ambition. There's more to know about him, but that you'll have to figure out yourself.