Name: Xyryxchvzyliinn (Zer - ex - cah - vill - ee- yen), but nobody's going to remember that, so he goes by Xyr.
Age: Looks in his mid-late twenties.
Race: Demon

Appearance: Straight black hair to his shoulders, semi-muscular physique, red eyes/black wings/talons (typical demon appearance). He's 6'2 in height, has olive skin and prominent cheekbones - reasonably attractive at first glance (if you find red eyes, wings and talons attractive), but his chest and back is covered in scars. He tends not to wear armor (perhaps the reason for all the scars), because he likes the 'minimalist' approach.

Residence: 1st demon city (capital), 'Kalyxchnn' (Ka - licks - ken).

About Xyr: Xyr is one of the Warchief's specialist hunters. He targets specific groups/individuals and brings them back for execution (or just slays them on sight). He finds no pleasure in this duty, but is compelled by a deep sense of honor. He rarely becomes angered and tends to tell with things with calm & patience, and often self-shared humor. In fact, he finds most things (and other beings) to be humorous.
There is very little he takes seriously, except the defiling of his most essential morals. These are the things he lives by, and he expects all others to follow suit.
He has no personal hatred for any other race (except for possibly angelkin), but doesn't hold them in much respect, either. He does tend to somewhat admire elves, though, for some reason.
Xyr is strong and fast, but his tendency to avoid armor in combat puts him at a greater risk than many of his kin. He also has another weakness; his morals make him easily persuaded by his empathy. This has led to several complications before in his duties to the Warchief.