Sigil: City of Doors

Basic Information
Name: Nenir Coldfire
Aliases: none he feels no need to hide his name
Gender: Male
Race: Teifling
Age: unknown
Profession: gamble, adventure, beg
Languages: Abyssal, Elven, and hafling
Accent: nope he speaks prime language.

Physical Information
Height: Tall
Weight: Thin
Body build: Looks like wind would knock him over.
Skin type: light blue skin, smooth to the touch yet very warm.
Hair style: Short and tidy with a gold ring holding it together in the back.
Scars: nope
Tattoos: no way
Colouring:
Hair: Redish/white
Eyes: Glowing red
Skin: Cold blue
Mental Information
Alignment: chaotic netral
Philosophy: Life is meant to be lived. Keep promises to those who keep promises. Agree to anything. Over thinking is just wasting time.
Deity/Beliefs: worshiping a deity takes time from staring at a mirror.
Personality:
Carefree, adventurous, and likes to experience new things

Egotistical: wants to be flattered.
Gossipy: loves salacious and embarrassing information and happily shares what he knows in exchange for equally juicy rumors.
Helpful: eager to please, perhaps to a fault.
Hero-worshipping: wants to hear all about the biggest, toughest creature the party ever fought.
Impatient: wants to take action right now.
Lonely: wants the PCs to be her best friends.
Scattered: wants to help but loses focus unless carefully supervised.
Curiosity You're a naturally curious person and you find mysteries of any sort irresistible. In most circumstances, alas, your curiosity overrides your common sense.
Hedonistic You love a good time. You party too much, drink too much, and eat too much. You have trouble resisting an invitation to join someone in a drink and sometimes shirk your duty if offered a more enjoyable time elsewhere.
mpious Gods and Religions do not interest you, and the best they will get from you is lip service. You swear oaths you should not, blaspheme without caring, and are disrespectful to Priests and devout worshippers. You consider organized religion dangerous or foolish, and you make no attempt to hide your feelings.
Lazy You will never do any more work than is absolutely necessary. You will rely on your companions to do things such as build campfires, cook, and keep watch throughout the night. Generally, you will neglect details of preparedness in order to grab a few extra minutes of sleep.
Talkative You have a problem keeping your plans to yourself. Your ideas are simply so clever that you tell them to other people, so that you can watch their astonishment creep across their faces just before they tell you just how smart you are. There's nothing to prevent you from dropping them into a deathtrap afterwards, but should they survive, then you've got problems.
Trusting You don't like to believe that otehr people are capable of misleading and lying to you. After all, people are basically good, right?.



The laugh the abyss had. While he is handsome he is drawn to people all types yet has no romantic feelings at all. Even using a love potion just made him ill.
Additional Information
Gear: A ring in his hair, though he does not keep the story of it straight.
Jewelry: see above
Habbits/hobbies: Drinking, gambling, and acquiring debt
General Health: Good health just no muscle because of lack of interest in getting sweaty
Favorite Drink: Free
Weaknesses: Not thinking ahead, and flattery

Joined the Sensates seeing they fit his views of experiencing life.

Ah so much has occured he thought sitting on the beach. He found a place to belong in the Senates, also a treasure greater then any wandering has found. Steins of endless ale, spirits, or wine he bought a few took almost a day to decide which one he liked more also which one ot start with.

Now he sat there putting it away to stare at a bottle. His mother was a succibi, who called him a pathetic failure. While hansome he felt no attraction to any gender, race, or anything. On top of that he felt no need to crupt leading folks to the path of evil. He liked people how they were finding them all entertianing and intresting.

He had heard of a devil that once forced himself to bare the elements he laothed to build up tolerance. Maybe a demon could do the same, though a teifling is a much lower being of such. So far it had worked, cold, acid, and fire all now things that work with his pointing.

Rummaging in his over full bag he found what he was looking for the only bottle with a label. Figuring it might be harmful he made sure to leave it on. Love potion, perhaps he might feel something with it, even if not does it matter? Life is still enjoyable people amuse, just another door to open.

Popping the cork he started swigging the whole thing down.

"Gah it taste like .... well it taste awf.." His hand seemed to move oddly, things also looked different. The world seemed to get closer and far away, then his stomach started feeling like it was a boat rocking back and forth.

Weeks of drinking had only made his head feel light and everything more funny. This was his first expereince having his stomach purged. Before darkness took him to slumber his words were, "Seems the abyss had a laugh".

The next day he sat around watching people as always, nothing different. With his seventh ale of the morning he thought ," I wonder if love potions are just bottled dwarven piss, perhaps there is a market for teifling urine as well.".

With a shrug he left the tavern to continue his search of new experiences.

Polishing his new trophy Nenir looked over his recently acquired items. Being back in the city was rather nice after being in the hard heads prison. Jail was not as amusing as one might think. The guards took his stein after running it along the door. Few prisoners would tell their stories, and after a day he was separated for his own protection.
Most found his story of arriving there hilarious, Nenir was seeking to experience what it was like to court a woman. So he sought out a woman alone at the bar, a half orc woman enjoying an ale.

"Well met orc, your drool helps draw attention to your blossoms, the aroma of your sweat mixed with such no perfume could cover. While I do like your lack of clothing I do wish you dressed less like a man."

Nenir would have said more but was interrupted by the woman throwing him across the bar. The memory is rather fuzzy from there mostly running or getting pushed away as the half orc tried to "Tear a new one". The hard heads showed up as the last chair was broken over Nenir's head. He was fined with creating a bar fight, disturbing the peace, destruction of property and public drunkenness.
After leaving the jail he heard someone say "Thank the gods he is gone". Perhaps the red death was executing someone today. Either way he wondered onto see what things he might see. Going back to the bar to refill his stein an auction was being had. Something new to experience, and when a sword was being sold of a paladin it had to be bought.

"It is to bad I can not shrink this sword so I can drink while wielding it, It is rather nice to be a paladin I think".

He patted the unused blade and looked over his trophy. A hin had given him a drink most say never drink what people offer you, but then how would you get a free ale? Such silly people and what a great ale it was it seemed Nenir had attained a conscious or at least a voice to listen to. After doing as it said he finally tripped over a trophy. The nice thing about the trophy is he could look at himself like a mirror and it has found memories attached.

"Yes it is much nicer outside of prison, perhaps I should hire someone to be my conscious or maybe a guide...yes that would be amusing".

After falling asleep on someone's door step Nenir wandered back to the market, being awake meant drinking. He wandered to the bar and ordered an ale, the barkeep gave him a look and tried to start up a conversation.

"I do not care how the blood war goes nor what side you are on just cause no trouble, Ale are not free you have to pay and jink not that red crap you berks call currency".

"Of course I have jink I come here all the time, Never thought about the blood war wonder why you do?"

It was then that Nenir noticed everyone was a bit shorter then normal. Reaching for his coin pouch he noticed nothing but grey hide at his hip. Then looked at his clawed grey hands, the hands of demon. Picking up an empty bottle he inspected his reflection, sure enough he was no longer looking like nenir now he looked like a real demon.

"oh my, Mom said there would be days like this, I though she was trying to get a response out of me."