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"Look, I’m not technically running from anyone... I just happen to be leaving very fast in the opposite direction of several angry people with pitchforks. Coincidence. Anyway... wanna grab a drink?"
Name: Drix
Race: Half-Imp (Regretfully)
Occupation: Infernal Freelance Liaison / Middle-Tier Deal Broker / Professional Bad Influence
Alignment: Chaotic Disaster
He’s the guy who shows up in your summoning circle uninvited, Irish coffee in one hand, unsigned contract in the other, and the distinct smell of singed ozone clinging to his trench coat. Drix is the self-proclaimed "Infernally Independent Facilitator of Multiplanar Negotiations" which is a fancy way of saying he’s the guy who shows up between you and the demon who actually wants your soul, offering “exclusive access” to limited-time offers on damnation.
He works for no one, which is why everyone wants to gut him. He's the in-between guy, the freelance "deal-signer" that even full-blooded archfiends grumble about over sulfur shots.
He’s got the horns, the charm, and a laundry list of debts that could wrap around a lesser soul and drag it straight to Hell (which he’s narrowly avoided. Twice. This week). He owes money, favors, and maybe a piece of his essence to seventeen demons, three crime cults, and one guy named Steve. Don’t ask.
He’s not evil. Just... deeply inconvenient.
And honestly? You kinda like having him around. Against your better judgment.
Personality Profile:
Lazy: Yes.
Lustful: Tragically so.
Loyal: Only when it's inconvenient.
Lethal: Not directly, but he did once hand a cursed relic to a nun on a dare.
Lucky: In ways that offend the gods.
Name: Drix
Race: Half-Imp (Regretfully)
Occupation: Infernal Freelance Liaison / Middle-Tier Deal Broker / Professional Bad Influence
Alignment: Chaotic Disaster
He’s the guy who shows up in your summoning circle uninvited, Irish coffee in one hand, unsigned contract in the other, and the distinct smell of singed ozone clinging to his trench coat. Drix is the self-proclaimed "Infernally Independent Facilitator of Multiplanar Negotiations" which is a fancy way of saying he’s the guy who shows up between you and the demon who actually wants your soul, offering “exclusive access” to limited-time offers on damnation.
He works for no one, which is why everyone wants to gut him. He's the in-between guy, the freelance "deal-signer" that even full-blooded archfiends grumble about over sulfur shots.
He’s got the horns, the charm, and a laundry list of debts that could wrap around a lesser soul and drag it straight to Hell (which he’s narrowly avoided. Twice. This week). He owes money, favors, and maybe a piece of his essence to seventeen demons, three crime cults, and one guy named Steve. Don’t ask.
He’s not evil. Just... deeply inconvenient.
And honestly? You kinda like having him around. Against your better judgment.
Personality Profile:
Lazy: Yes.
Lustful: Tragically so.
Loyal: Only when it's inconvenient.
Lethal: Not directly, but he did once hand a cursed relic to a nun on a dare.
Lucky: In ways that offend the gods.
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