Mordecai Ashborn
A tiefling warlock who fled the Blood War between demons and devils, seeking refuge in Sigil, the City of Doors. Mordecai serves a fiendish patron not out of loyalty but out of necessity, using borrowed power to survive the deadliest city in the multiverse.
Tiefling (Infernal)
Warlock (Fiend Patron)
Charlatan
Chaotic Neutral
Ability Scores
8
-1
14
+2
13
+1
12
+1
10
+0
16
+3
Skill Proficiencies
Character Details
Mordecai was born in the fortress of Darkspine on Gehenna, the blasted volcanic plane that serves as a staging ground for the Blood War. His mother was a tiefling camp follower attached to a yugoloth mercenary company, and he never knew his father — only that his bloodline traced back to a pit fiend of considerable power. He grew up dodging fiends, learning to lie, cheat, and steal to survive in a realm where weakness was a death sentence. When his mother was killed in a demonic raid, Mordecai made a desperate pact with a fiend lord named Xarthaxis, trading a portion of his soul for the power to escape Gehenna. He fled through a portal to Sigil, the one place in the multiverse where even the gods cannot tread. Now he navigates the deadly politics of the City of Doors, playing the factions against each other while trying to find a way to break his pact with Xarthaxis before the fiend comes to collect what is owed.
"I smile when I am afraid, laugh when I am angry, and joke when I am in pain. Showing weakness is how you die where I come from."
"Self-Determination. I made my pact to survive, not to serve. I will find a way to break my chains, even if it means outwitting a fiend lord."
"A githzerai monk in Sigil showed me kindness when I first arrived, half-starved and hunted. I will repay that debt, no matter the cost."
"I cannot stop making deals and bargains. Even when I know the other party will try to cheat me, the thrill of the negotiation is irresistible."
Appearance
Male
27
5'11"
160 lbs
Ember red with vertical pupils
Dusky purple-gray
Jet black, slicked back between sharp horns
A lean, sharp-featured tiefling with dusky purple-gray skin and a pair of wickedly curved horns that sweep back from his forehead. His ember-red eyes hold a predatory intelligence, and a forked tongue occasionally flickers behind a sardonic smile. He dresses in a long coat of black leather with silver clasps, favoring the fashions of Sigil's lower wards, and moves with the calculated ease of someone who is always planning three moves ahead.