Razim is a lean, sharp-featured male tiefling with dark crimson skin, swept-back black horns, a long forked tail, and pale gold eyes with vertical pupils. His black hair is cropped close on the sides and tied into a short topknot. He favors practical dark leather, a weathered hooded cloak, and fingerless gloves with hidden stitching pockets. A thin silver chain circles one horn, a keepsake from his old criminal crew.

Quick-witted, irreverent, and intensely observant, Razim treats danger as a puzzle and authority as an invitation to misbehave. He is charming when he wants something, sarcastic when he is afraid, and surprisingly protective of anyone being bullied by people with more power than sense.

Razim grew up in the narrow lanes beneath a wealthy city district, where the rich threw away enough food to keep the desperate alive and the watch treated every tiefling as a suspect. His mother taught him to read faces, footsteps, and locked doors. His father disappeared before Razim was old enough to remember him, leaving behind only a brass key that opened nothing Razim could find. By adolescence, Razim had become a skilled pickpocket, lookout, and occasional burglar, relying on speed and nerve more than careful planning. He eventually joined the Ash Knives, a small criminal crew that specialized in robbing merchants who insured their goods twice over. The crew gave him a family, but it also taught him that loyalty often has a price. When the Ash Knives framed a young street orphan for one of their crimes, Razim stole the evidence and fled rather than let the child take the punishment. The crew marked him for betrayal, while the city watch marked him for theft. Now he works as an adventurer, taking jobs that offer coin, escape routes, and the occasional chance to ruin someone richer and crueler than himself. He claims he wants freedom, but secretly he is still searching for the lock that matches his father's brass key.