Pax has soft lavender skin and elegant horns that sweep back from their brow like polished obsidian. They dress in silver scale mail over white and blue cleric vestments. Their eyes are solid gold, lacking pupils, but they always shine with a gentle and inviting warmth.

I see every act of kindness as a way to repay the life I was given. I am slow to anger and always seek a peaceful resolution before drawing my mace. I speak softly, even in the midst of chaos, and believe that every soul is worth saving.

Pax was found on the coldest night of winter, wrapped in a threadbare wool blanket on the steps of the Sanctuary of the Everlasting Light. The infant tiefling had skin the color of twilight and tiny nubs where horns would eventually grow. Rather than turning the child away as a bad omen, Father Thaddeus took them into the warmth of the hearth. He raised Pax among the pews and the prayer books, teaching them that their lineage did not dictate their destiny. Growing up as an acolyte, Pax found comfort in the predictable rhythms of liturgy and the quiet grace of healing. They spent many years tending to the city's poorest residents, using the small sparks of divine favor granted by Ilmater. While some citizens still look at Pax with suspicion because of their infernal heritage, the cleric meets every glare with a soft smile and an offer of help. Pax has recently set out on a journey to find rare herbs for Father Thaddeus's worsening health, carrying the lessons of the sanctuary into a world that is not always so kind.