Ramil

Name: Ramil

Race: Tiefling Infernal (Demon/Ratfolk)

Gender: Male

Age: Unknown

Alias: Furball

Height: 5'4"

Weight: 190 lbs (86.2kg)

Family: Mother 7'4": Demoness (Rai'lam) Father 3' 8": Ratfolk (Moula)

Abilities: Fly (wings) 

Language: Abyssl, Infernal, Druidic, Draconic

Weaknesses: Unholy

Resistance: Fire, Disease 

Likes: Music, Sweets

Dislikes: Talking,

Personality: Quiet, quick learner, accident prone

Features:
Eye's: Golden no pupils
Tail: Two tails small spikes at the end as the edge was flat but was able to be twisted and folded. Color- Spikes: soft dim glow of green
Wings: A thick leathery feel to them, with small spines at the edge of the wing.
Fur: covered his body, partly on his wings, and along the tops of his tails. Color- Maroon blanketed his body following up along his wings, which turned a light but dark hue of purple along its leathery hides.
Horns: curled up away towards the back. Color- faded black in color with traces of jade tribal markings down each horn.

Secrets: *whispers secrets*

History/background:
Living in the demon realm, for most of his life. He stayed with his father and mother though, unlike most children of demons. He seen both parents were almost always apart and barely got together in most situations. Some days he stayed with his mother, training, learning what demons of her class did and how to do it. Some days he stayed with his father, also training, learning what ratfolk from his time did and how to do those things. Which his fathers side of things came a bit easier than his mother side, though he trained and learned everything he could with the time he had with them. They were his parents after all and that is one thing he will never forget. Living in the demon realm he didn't age as most would, he didn't have a birthday nor a celebration for it. 

Training with his mother and father, he knew how to do most demonic forms of magic, though they were in their own right a heavy burden to do. His training from his father was a bit more easier for him as he fought, with his fists and body. He learned bartering, contract making and seals from both his parents and other demons that traveled through. Life wasn't easy nor was anything but abnormal for most, but it was normal for him. It wasn't until he was grown that something changed and it would affect him forever. Battles for any territories, restlessness were always a normal thing for the demon realms only a few times was there peace through the land. The last moment, he remembers of his parents is his father tossing him into a dark portal. Both his parents were fighting other demons, creatures amongst one of the cities, they were visiting.

War had come.