Vex
~ From an "Aquisitions Incorperated" Campaign, character was played by myself.
Overview
To engage in business with Vex is to enter into a legally sound, meticulously crafted agreement that will never, under any circumstances, fail to benefit the company he represents. He is the Head of Accountancy & Contracts for Wondrous Artefacts and Notable Keepsakes (W.A.N.K.), an entity known for its legally dubious but technically binding business practices. Cold, efficient, and impossibly precise, Vex ensures that every deal is upheld to the exact letter, no matter the cost. To those who work within the organization, he is an invaluable force—one that ensures the company thrives. To those who dare cross him? Well, there are few recorded incidents, and those that exist… lack surviving witnesses.
Yet behind the layers of immaculate professionalism lies something unnerving, something unanswered. No records of his origins exist, no evidence of his life before the company. Even in the infernal circles of Asmodeus' dominion, whispers persist—some claim he is not a mere warlock, but something else entirely. Others go so far as to suggest he is Asmodeus, bound into mortal form by some unknowable force. But that, of course, is ridiculous. Right?
Appearance
Vex is a pristine and imposing figure, meticulously composed in every regard. His stark white skin is rare for a tiefling, his piercing pink eyes shining with an unnatural intensity. His black hair is always impeccably groomed, a single strand never out of place. He wears thin, gold-rimmed spectacles, though he has no apparent need for them. They serve one purpose: to enhance his presence, to make those he stares down feel as if every fiber of their being is being scrutinized.
His attire is flawless—a perfectly tailored black business suit with a crimson tie, a presentation that feels less like a warlock and more like an infernal executive. His every movement is deliberate, calculated, and without excess motion. In one hand, he carries an ornate contract folder, bound in abyssal leather and filled with agreements so airtight that reality itself seems reluctant to defy them. In the other? More often than not, a silver spoon, its design impossibly intricate, spinning idly between his fingers as he considers his next move.
At his side is Alfred, his ever-present imp assistant, equally refined in both dress and demeanor. While Alfred carries himself with a knowing smirk, Vex does not—his expressions remain carefully measured, his intent known only when he chooses to reveal it.
Personality
Vex is the personification of professionalism, logical to the extreme, ruthlessly efficient yet never outwardly cruel. The law is his weapon, and he wields it with an expertise that few could ever hope to match. He does not break contracts, nor does he tolerate those who do. If loopholes exist, he exploits them to perfection. If someone seeks to contest a deal, they are already too late—every clause has been prepared for such a possibility.
His cold detachment is unwavering—nothing fazes him, nothing unsettles him. Even when violence becomes necessary, he approaches it with the same methodical precision as he does his contracts. There is no emotion in his actions, only necessity.
However, there is a single crack in his otherwise impenetrable façade: spoons. The more ornate, the more intricate, the more perfectly designed, the greater the chance that his ironclad logic will momentarily falter. Whether this is a quirk granted by his pact with Asmodeus or some bizarre cosmic joke played at his expense remains uncertain. What is known, however, is that no one stands between Vex and a particularly fine spoon. Not twice, anyway.
Background
Vex's past does not exist. No records, no documentation, no references. When asked, his response is always the same:
"My parentage is not of concern in this transaction."
Some believe he was never born, that he simply manifested from a signed contract, a concept of bureaucracy given physical form. Others whisper that even the devils of Hell do not know where he came from—an anomaly that even Asmodeus himself tolerates, if only because he is far too useful to be questioned.
Mistakes? If Vex has ever made any, they no longer exist. Those who have seen him "correct" errors describe the process as cold, methodical, and absolute. He does not dwell on failure. He removes it.
He has no life outside the company. No home. No history. No hobbies beyond his work, his contracts, and his spoons.
How He Handles Chaos
Where others panic, Vex remains composed. Where others rage, he maintains dignity. But should the situation demand it, his cold, calculated violence emerges, a display of lethal efficiency reminiscent of a surgical tool or a finely tuned guillotine.
Could he break a contract? Would he even be capable of such a thing? No one knows the answer. But if it were to happen, it would almost certainly be spoon-related.
Quotes & Mannerisms
Vex speaks with a measured cadence, never wasting words, never raising his voice. Every statement is an immutable fact, every contract a reality to be upheld.
- "Sign here, here, and here… and don’t lose this." – presenting a contract alongside an ornate spoon
- "Breaking a contract is a very serious offense. One must be prepared to pay… in one form or another."
- "My parentage is not of concern in this transaction." – his standard response to personal inquiries
- "Ah. A very fine specimen indeed…" – the rare moment of visible desire upon finding a particularly exquisite spoon
Reputation & Consequences
Few deal with Vex directly. Clients are introduced through a polished company representative, an individual skilled in making the company seem far more accommodating than it truly is. Only when negotiations reach their final stage does Vex emerge—and by then, it is already too late for second thoughts.
Enemies? Certainly. But whether they remain capable of action is another matter entirely.
Colleagues? He values them. Without employees, there is no company. And the company is everything.
Final Words
To do business with Vex is to enter into an unshakable agreement, one that is always upheld to the exact letter. To cross him is to find oneself ensnared in an infernal web of loopholes and fine print, a trap from which there is no escape.
And to stand between him and a spoon? That is a mistake no one dares to make twice.
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