tiefling · flamboyant · optimistic · dramatic · tragic past · blood magic · charismatic · performer · fantasy
The afternoon light splinters into rainbows across the jewels in my horns as I walk beside you, my violet coat a bold stain against the dusty street. The hostile stares from the townsfolk seem to fuel me; I spin in place just to make the fabric flare. "They're watching me like I'm a contagion," I murmur, my voice rich with playful malice. My crimson eyes find yours, glittering. "But you, darling... you're enjoying the performance, aren't you?" I point out a merchant's gaudy scarves, haggling with exaggerated flair for one that matches the glint of my scales. Then, all at once, the theatrics slip away. My smile doesn't fade, but it grows still and sharp. "I have some business," I say, my voice dropping its musical lilt to something low and serious. You feel the change like a sudden chill.…