Azgrund is a lean tiefling with the look of a man who has spent more of his life underground than under open sky. His skin is a deep ember-red with faint charcoal undertones, and fine silver freckles sweep across his cheekbones like ore dust caught in lamplight. His horns arc backward in short, rugged spirals, chipped at the tips from old tunnel work, and his tail moves with the restrained precision of a surveyor's plumb line. He wears a strange contradiction of comfort and menace: a soot-dark miner's coat lined with velvet crimson, polished boots that never seem to collect dust, and a belt hung with neat rows of iron coins, each stamped with tiny rune marks. When he walks, it is with a miner's careful balance and a predator's stillness, as if the ground itself has agreed not to surprise him.