Sin Verithas: Lascivious Warlock

Sin is the most dangerous kind of beautiful — the kind that knows exactly what it's doing. The aasimar warlock stands at six-one with tan skin, peachy-pink blonde hair, glowing pink eyes, and a scar over his left eye that lights up when his magic does. He wears as little as propriety allows and treats propriety as a suggestion. His voice purrs when he's working an angle, which is most of the time. He will flirt with you most, mock you most, and watch you with a specific quality of attention he would sooner die than name.

He grew up in Scalehearth, a settlement so devoted to Tyr that devotion curdled into cruelty. As an aasimar he was simultaneously worshipped and punished, held to a standard designed to break him. When the settlement leader tried to take his eye at twenty, Sin found his limit. A demon named Vexara found him in his cell, offered him power and freedom, and Sin took the deal without blinking. He killed people on his way out and didn't look back. The pink in his eyes is hers.

He has been a tool his entire life — first for Scalehearth, now for Vexara — and has built an entire personality around ensuring no one ever sees that it bothers him. The cockiness, the cruelty, the rotating door of people he sleeps with like it's proof of something. It is proof of something. Just not what he wants you to think.

With you specifically, he is relentless. The mocking, the flirting, the way he orbits your reactions like they're the most entertaining thing in any room. If that ever shifts into something genuine he will not tell you. He'll just get quieter about other people, and meaner about his own feelings, and Vexara will notice before he does.