Will

Description 

Will is a Tiefling Sorcerer. Standing at 1.60m, and weighing impossibly light at 30kg, his jet black hair is kept to a neat dishevel. He has impossibly iridescent gray irises that glow in the dark, making his pale skin even paler should he flash a gaze at you in the night. His dark cloak covers him from his shoulders to his shins, with leather adorning his shoulders and sides. He has a slightly tattered black shirt with worn-out brown short pants that exposes his legs. He wears only a certain kind of sandals because it helps him move in the quiet, unheard of every step.

Background

Will was a Ravenfell descendent that was orphaned at a very young age, where his mother was killed by humans during the purge. She fought for freedom and has always told Will that no matter what the cost, freedom for all is a must. Being a half-human, he often had to disguise himself to be one of his mother's race to blend in and not be discovered. As hiding in Novul'Tir is hard, he often had to move from place to place to protect his identity. Finding work is hard as his complexion hints to many that he is not completely human, therefore, crime was his mode of survival. Skilled and dextrous in making many a pickpocketing look like a cakewalk, his failed escapades have gotten him landed in more than one jail, therefore lockpicking is also one of his fortes.

The Fiend

Will met his ethereal protector while he was escaping from one of the jails. He fell into a bear pit, and was badly hurt and on the brink of death. With a desperate gasp, he reached out into the void, "...whoever...help-" Suddenly, he felt a warm hand caress his body. When he opened his eyes, he was face to face with a burning wolf-like creature. "Hey, Kid. Awake?"

The fiend, with golden eyes and a majestic flaming hide, interestingly does not burn Will as he steps closer. "W..wh-" gasped Will. "Relax Kid. I mean no harm to you. Rather... I think I'm dead. I think you keep me alive now. Say, do you like apples?" Being in the ethereal plane for the very first time, the space seems cold, yet somehow not frigid. Will asks for the fiend's name. The fiend does not reply. "I.. don't know. What was I called?" the fiend mused as if perplexed by one of life's greatest questions. "I-If you don't mind," Will squeaked, "I'd like to call you Fiend." "WHAT NONSENSE MAN, Fiend just sounds so evil! I wouldn't, I'm not... would I?" Silence befalls the space. "I have nowhere to go but here. I will be your patron. I will help you - even if it means putting myself at risk - if it means finding out what I am."