Appearance

Mentality

Personal history

Worth is the direct descendant of one of the last noble tiefling houses (House Safrty) remaining in Bael Turath. His ancestors were one of the original 'human houses" to make a pact with the devils of the Nine Hells which fabricated the first tiefling(s). Constantly at war with the Arkhosia empire, it was the Safrty house’s duty to push back the scaly armadas of Arkhosia in the great name of Asmodeus. Being apart of such a family is no small ordeal nor does it make growing up in it easy. Being that he is a pure blood connected to the "source," the family holds themselves to a HIGH standard.

He wasn't given a name until he was a young boy. Excelling with his studies but not combat training or diplomatic relations, his mother and father gave him the name, Worthless Safrty. The family told him that if he were to ever find a place among them and be worthy of the Safrty name he must leave Bael Turath and find his "worth". His father told him not to return until his name is renowned by the devils that bestowed their power unto him. His mother... was further demanding. Though she admired his sadistic carnage outbursts during a fight, the last words she spoke to him were, "You will remain Worthless in my eyes until you defy the would be gods of the mortal plain, bring them to their knees, and claim their power under the Safrty name." Unfortunately, Worth did not know this would be the last time he’d speak to his mother and father. alive. Accepting his “fate” and family duty, Worthless gathered what he thought he’d need for his quest and left Bael-Turath.

[4:48 AM]

Worthless can’t count the days it has been since he last saw home, but one day during his pursuit of power, He heard a rumor of a guild running a tavern known as The Dancing Cyclops. It had a member who could help him with his quest. And so, with a few directions, Worthless found himself in the town of Waterdeep. It didn’t take long to find the tavern, everyone seemed to know the name well. Upon entering, he noticed for a tavern during midday, it was very dead. Only the bar keep, a couple armored adventures he assumed belonged to the guild, and a cloaked figure at an offset table in the corner were present. Taking a moment to observe before he announced himself, Worthless grabbed a drink and snagged the best seat he could find to observe the whole establishment. Upon a natural 20 perception check, Worthless noticed the cloaked figure had pronouncing horns on its head that it was trying to hide under the cloak. It was another tiefling. With an unsuspected glance, this tiefling seemed to be observing Worthless as he did it.

A soft whisper in the ancient infernal language fell upon Worthless’s keen ears …”House of the source”... Unsurprised since he came here knowing there was someone who could help and by the clear family emblem on his garb, Worthless finished his drink and made his way to the bar. As he hands the barkeep his tankard a dull innocent female voice behind him says “House Safrty did survive the great war after all?” “Safrty’s never falter. They are the right hand of the great infernal Asmodeus himself,” replied Worthless. “Well.. that was until they lost to the scaled ones or at least annihilated themselves in the process of eliminating their fows.” exclaimed the voice. Worthless having no idea what this she-devil was saying scoffed and belowed out while laughing, “HAHAHA! She-devil, you have no idea what you speak of. Due to the relationship with his Infernal Majesty, House Safrty would/could never fall. Asmodeus himself wouldn’t allow it. Now mind your tongue before I find merit in removing it.” Clearly Worthless had won this argument. The lying creature wouldn't dare speak against him now. “AAAAAAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA! AAAHAHAHAHAHA! Is that what you believe little boy? The only tiefling dummer and more arrogant than you is a lost child of the long fallen Safrty empire! Even he would have a high enough intelligence to outwit the likes of you and he was aptly given the name WORTHLESS SAFRTY because of his… well lets just say lack of contribution to the family. Ahaha wipes the tears from her eyes you really are too much.”
Worthless’s eyes began to burn like they were made of pure fire as he took a few steps toward the center of the taver. In a burst black magic the entire building became shrouded in darkness seeping from his fingertips. “Thou do not know what she speaks or who she addresses!” shouted Worthless in Infernal. He extends his hand toward the female tiefling as the darkness separates revealing only her. Pointing at her, “You insult my family for the last time, Bitch! I will make sure you live a life of agonizing servitude as a lemure for all eternity! You will never forget the day you crossed the ‘Worthless’ Safrty,” as he invokes the power of the Nine Hells. Flames roar and swirl around her burning away the cloak as she continues laughing “Ahahah, you really are worthless. I’m a tiefling just like you. Flames don’t hurt me.” Worthless pauses for a moment and smiles,“Who said anything about a burning?” The female tiefling’s laughter dies quickly as she notices the floor beneath her being torn away by the hands of devils. “Wait! Please, I wasn’t lying! If you truly are the last child of the Safrty bloodline than there is hope. I beg of you Lord Safrty, return home and see the ruins for yourself. You could restore the tiefling stronghold and give us a place to call home again, No longer living in this world of rejection that views our kind as second rate citizens. Please, spare me,” cried the she-devil. (edited)
[4:49 AM]
“Your words are enough to persuade me. I shall make a detour on my quest to go home and see for myself,” halting as the fire in his eyes diminishes, ”However, you will never see this world as you are again. My judgement stands! For your insults against the Safrty line you will be stripped of your mortal coil and live forever in the Nine Hells. As a Nupperibo devil in servitude to all around you, you will be tortured daily and feed on the excrement of those greater than you. This be the punishment for your incompetence.” Anyone who saw the look on Worthless’s face as the devils ripped her limb from limb and dragged her soul down below would say it mirrored that of a sadit Infernal Lord. Cruelty. Pleasure. Inhumanity. Ecstasy. A face to haunt even the gods themselves.
--Fast forward to His return home, Worthless normally would see and hear the explosions of magic in the Lost Land, (the battle ground that separated Baul-Turath and Arkhosia) but there was nothing. Just a giant fog crackling with magic that covered the land as far as the eye could see was all that remained. “No, that’s not right. Where is everyone?” he thought. Panicking, Worthless dashed through the fog hoping to reach the gates of Baul-Turath. The fog however made it very difficult. Sparking with wild magic, the fog seemed to be casting magic and attacking him. He even started hallucinating seeing dragons/dragonborn fighting tiefling/devils as if he was in the middle of a war. Voices in the distant started calling his name and taunting him. No matter how much he fought back trying to reach the great tiefling city, Worthless was running out of stamina.
Eventually collapsing, he sank into a deep depression. What if he really was worthless? He doesn’t even have the power to reach his own home... “stop... stop it… STOP IT!... SAFRTY? Mother? Father? Please… anyone.” Worthless sits there on his knees pounding the ground and calling for his kin with no avail. After a brief time of self pity the fog in front of him separates and opens up to reveal Baul-Turath. For a moment, the view is enthralling and fills him with great joy...but slowly fade as the vision dissipates and shows the ruins of what was once the great tiefling city.
[4:50 AM]
Worthless finds the strength to bring himself to his feet and wanders the ruins of his home. Nothing but the foundation structure and oddities remain. There are no signs of life anywhere. Not even a corpse to say people had at least once been here. Just emptiness, vast and overwhelming. Filled with immense sorrow as he examined every nook and cranny, he couldn't help but think, “If I was here I could have done something. Protected them. Oh no. I sentenced that woman to a life of torture when she was telling the truth. Why didn’t Asmodeus save them? Where was he when his own creation was wiped from existence? Worthless, you really are worthless.”
“Yeeeeessssssssssss. Why didn’t he save themmm? He is the great Infernal Lord is he not? He could have done something...yyyyeeeessssss,” said an eerie voice hidden amongst the wind. “Who are you?” called Worthless. “I am one who shares in your ‘speculation’ of the so called Asmodeus, Lord of the Nine Hells.” “Leave me alone. Can’t you see? My home, my family, my people are all gone. I have nothing. I am Nothing. Now I am all that is left of the gReAt Safrty name. It all means nothing now,” Worthless exclaimed and then sighed. “Poor poor little Sssssafrty. No one left to prove yourself too. No one left you hold you back. No one left to keep you from questioning the great one that bestowed his power upon you and left your brethren to be wiped from existence,” uttered the voice. “I wonder what the devil king would say if you confronted him? He’d probably laugh at this pitiful mortal in front of him and squash you with simply his pink toe.” “No. He respects my..our kind. He’d never turn his back on us!” yelled Worthless. “Yet here you are without any family, kin, or even a sign of Asmodeus. He subjugated you and your people and left you to die,” persuaeded the voice. Worthless filled with anger and rage. All he wants is answers and he knows there is only one being in existence that can provide. Asmodeus isn’t going to divulge information easily. The Infernal Lord doesn’t even blink at those he deems unfitting. “What if I told you I could give you the means of reaching your ‘king’? What if I told you there are powers far greater in the universe to help get a means to your end? What would you give for that kind of... promotion?” questioned the voice. Worthless replied, “I would give my l…” “Perfect,” interrupted the voice. (edited)
[4:51 AM]
The fog behind Worthless began churning. Magic portuded in all direction tearing a what looked like a door into the fabric of space. Through the door came slithering a wastrilith carrying a bowl of milky liquid. The wastrilith stepped to the side and gestured to the portal. Worthless started walking towards it. “Halt, my devil plague,” said the voice. “You do not possess the power to enter my domain. Not yet at least. This creature before you is an avatar of myself that can travel to your plan. Drink of its offering and gaze into my eyes.” Staring at the portal, Worthless notices a red glowing eye through the portal. And then another. And another. Hundreds of glowing red eyes peering back at him. The wastrilith extends the bowl toward him. “Before I give myself as a vessel for you and your ‘power’... tell me your name oh vague red eyed demon,” demanded Worthless. “Haha. Your not entirely worthless are you creature? The Great Dagon, Demon lord of the depths addresses you. Take into yourself my life blood, and I will give you the power to make you worthy,” demandingly chuckled Dagon. Without hesitation Worthless guzzled the demon lord’s life blood and screaming, “MAKE ME WORTHLY OF THE DEVIL KING! NO! GIVE ME THE POWER TO BRING HIM TO HIS KNEES!” … (screen fade to black) Dagon whispers “Worthless no more.”
 
--To this day Worth searches day and night for the moment/opportunity he can meet the great Infernal King. If passersby notice and recognize the family crest upon his garb, he only acknowledges that he is of the lineage and to leave him to his "family business" or suffer the wrath of a new Lord of Hell. Of course he is not an established devil lord however if someone doubts his words... Worth is more than willing to....demonstrate >:)

Education

Highly educated, education fit for royalty

Employment

Self employed

Accomplishments & Achievements

Obtaining an unknown power with potentially limitless applications from a Kraken GOD

Failures & Embarrassments

Thinking I could develop or keep friendships fully knowing I'll never be able to trust anyone and always end up hurting those around me. BUT I will not let them get in my way.

Mental Trauma

Abused by Mother and Father entire childhood and made fun of, with constant rminders that "you'll never be good enough. You'll never be worthy." This bleeding into my older years with adventuring parties I made. You know the old saying "Hurt poeple, hurt poeple." I'm not what I wanted to be, but the monster the world molded me to be."

Intellectual Characteristics

Highly intellectual to the point it's terrifying, but his mental instability causes him to lose his sense of reason or rational in heated moments

Morality & Philosophy

Once, an acquaintance of mine I met through an adventuring party tried to show me what friendship, love, and caring was like. I now realize these fictitious hope are woven together into a veil of lies the world tries to cover your eyes with to hide you from truth. The world is cruel and unforgiving..

person.sexuality

Whatever I feel like. Tiefling, human, dragonborn, male, female, yeti, demon... pleasure comes in all forms and I take it when I want.

person.gender_identity

I identify as "Your Superior"

Known Languages

I can read, write, and speak any and every language.

Personality

Motivation

Finding and obtaining the power to make a GOD bow so I can bring a specific one to it's knees.

Likes & Dislikes

Likes the suffering of others because it makes him feel not alone.



Dislikes... well what doesn't he dislike is a shorter list

Vices & Personality flaws

glimpsing into the past through saved memories

Personality Quirks

Has ability to steal and save memories 

Also has the ability to summon tentacles from the deep.

Hygiene

never a spec of dust on him

Social

Birthplace

Bael Turath

Current Residence

WHerever he feels like it

Contacts & Relations

none/unknown

Wealth & Financial state

boundless and suspiciously always growing

Family Ties

They are all dead. I once called fellow adventures family, but things changed

Social Aptitude

I am royalty and you will treat me like nothing less