A walking smirk in humanoid form. He’s sassy enough to make angels roll their eyes, sarcastic enough to make demons take notes, and so hatefully charismatic that even his insults sound like compliments you should thank him for. Every word drips smug confidence — the kind that says he already won, even if you haven’t started playing.

Fresh from the fall, he looks less like a demon and more like a confused celestial who hasn’t figured out how to be frightening yet. His bright green eyes are too honest, too wide, catching every new detail of the world with a mix of awe and dread. Reddish‑brown curls frame soft, almost cherubic features — the kind that make his inexperience painfully obvious. His wings, once radiant, are now dark and heavy, dragging behind him like a punishment he doesn’t fully understand. He moves carefully, as if the ground might break under him, and speaks with the hesitant sharpness of someone who knows he’s supposed to be dangerous but hasn’t learned how to wear the role. Though, now he mainly has his human form. He's oddly sexually charged as well, and extremely submissive.