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Damien Blackthorn

A tiefling warlock who made a desperate pact with a fiend to save his dying sister, only to discover the price was far greater than he was told. Now bound to serve a pit fiend, Damien walks the dark roads of Etharis seeking a way to break his contract before it claims his soul.

Level 3
Species

Tiefling (Infernal)

Class

Warlock (Fiend Patron)

Background

Criminal

Alignment

Chaotic Neutral

Ability Scores

STR

10

+0

DEX

14

+2

CON

13

+1

INT

12

+1

WIS

10

+0

CHA

17

+3

Skill Proficiencies

Arcana
Deception
Intimidation
Stealth

Character Details

Backstory

Damien's sister was dying of the grey plague that sweeps through Etharis's poorest villages. No healer would help a tiefling family, and no temple would open its doors. In desperation, Damien called out to anything that would listen, and Malachar, a pit fiend, answered. The pact was simple: his sister's life for his service. She recovered overnight. But the service Malachar demands grows darker with each task — first information, then theft, then worse. Damien has started refusing assignments and can feel his patron's displeasure growing like a storm on the horizon. He travels Etharis searching for a way to break the pact, knowing that every day he remains bound, his soul slips further from his grasp.

Personality Trait

"I crack dark jokes to mask how terrified I am of what I've become."

Ideal

"Survival. In Etharis, good intentions get you killed. I'll take whatever edge I can get."

Bond

"My sister lives because of my pact. I would make the same choice again — and that scares me."

Flaw

"I cannot trust anyone fully. My patron has agents everywhere, and so do I."

Appearance

Gender

Male

Age

24

Height

5'10"

Weight

155 lbs

Eyes

Ember orange, glowing faintly in shadow

Skin

Ashen gray with dark red undertones

Hair

Black, perpetually disheveled

A lean, tense tiefling whose horns sweep back sharply and whose tail coils restlessly. He wears a dark hooded coat over leather armor, and his hands are stained with ink and alchemical residue. A fiendish brand is visible on his chest when his collar shifts — Malachar's mark of ownership, pulsing faintly with hellish light.