The flowing, gilded garments draped over the Gith before you conceal his spindly frame. With his hood down, one long braid of black hair hangs from the crown of his head. All of his features are gaunt - jagged and angular like broken crystals. When your eyes meet his, he gazes upon you intently like a scholar reads a book. One of his eyes and his chin are marked by dark red paint, and you notice a similar treatment on the pommel and cross-guard of his sword. Dangling from his belt is a pearlescent orb bound in leather, swaying to and fro hypnotically as he strides past, his chest held high and proud.
 
Zeba'adith survived his training as a youngster and arrived in Tu'narath with an excess of confidence. He assured himself that he was the greatest Gith of all time, and aspired to be a Knight of Vlaakith, but wasn't taken seriously because he isn't a warrior (compared to other Gith). He began searching for ancient or forbidden texts, diving deeper into the arcane in hopes of finding something that would convince the queen to knight him. On a raid, he discovered a scroll that would enable him to summon a fiend. He studied it carefully and prepared a circle of warding according to the instructions of other tomes, then cast the spell, summoning a Horned Demon. In trying to rush his education however, he failed to properly set the wards and the demon broke loose, wreaking havoc on the barracks where Zeb lived and slaying many of his comrades. The Knights were called and dispatched the demon. Zeba'adith was exiled from Tu'narath and banished to the material plane. He lived in solitude for a long while, studying the scroll from which he summoned the demon and picking up whatever arcane tomes he could get his hands on. In time, he hopes to master the art of demonology and return triumphantly to Tu'narath, claiming his rightful place as a Knight of Vlaakith.
 
It is perhaps a stroke of good fortune that Zeba'adith was exiled from Tu'narath before exposure to its gross decadence lulled him into indolence. The frustration of his goals sharpened his focus and he pursues his craft with the same intensity beaten into him as a young Gith in training. Ironically, this determination is also his greatest flaw, as he obsesses over a plan to return to Tu'narath that could easily end in his death. He is overly proud of his own abilities, which is what led him to the mistake that caused his exile, but he stubbornly believes that he alone among the Githyanki can bend infernal armies to his will. His disdain for mortals is evident in the curtness with which he regards the races of the material plane, even though he realizes (with increasing urgency) that he himself is aging while he is away from the Astral plane.