Azal'zill is a gaunt, unnerving tiefling with skin the color of old wax and small, dark horns. His fingers are exceptionally long, and his neck sits high on narrow shoulders. He has pale, washed-out eyes that seem to stare through reality. He wears a worn, dark coat filled with many small pockets and trinkets.

Azal'zill is quiet and carries a persistent sense of grief. He does not seek conflict or camaraderie, existing in a state of watchful stillness. He speaks in a soft, flat tone, as if every word is being carefully pulled from a distance.

Born into a crumbling urban ward, Azal'zill quickly learned that the best way to survive was to remain unnoticed. His tiefling lineage was always marked by a strange, cadaverous quality that made even other outcasts uneasy. For years, he served as a runner and secret-keeper for the local criminal syndicates, utilizing his unnerving ability to stand perfectly still and listen to conversations through walls or from the shadows. His magic awakened not with a flare of heat, but with a cold shiver and the sound of voices from the void. This awakening forced him to flee his criminal ties, as his power began to manifest physically, turning the air cold and causing the dead to feel a bit too close. He now wanders the fringes of society, a fortune teller who knows too much and a thief of secrets who wishes he could forget them.