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About Vaylen Two Tails & Felice

Description:
Tall and leanly muscled with broad shoulders, this tiefling's dark heritage manifested in a rather appealing way. Vaylen's deeply tanned skin is actually covered in smooth metallic copper scales so tiny that they are barely even noticeable. His forearms and calves are covered with thick soft fur, of the same dark blonde color as the wiry mutton chops and wild due on his head, bristling upward off the backs of his limbs like frozen yellow flame. He has braided the sides of the unwieldy mane back behind his gold hoop pierced long ears, the top sweeping back naturally behind his elegant pair of slender spiral, golden horns, that gracefully arc from the top of his forehead to a couple inches over the rear of his skull.

The mane fades into a strip of fur down the center of his back, between his beautifully formed if vestigial wings, even growing a couple of feet out onto their back side before thinning away to nothing and completing its journey by coating a long, prehensile tail. He walks on the widely splayed toes of elongated feet like a cat, which along with his strong hands, end in sharply curved claws.

Face - Even with featureless pools of boiling gold for eyes, Vaylen's handsome face is extremely expressive. His easy smile is warmly devilish and almost always well received. Even with his exaggerated canines, he is considered quite the charming rake when he want to be.

Gear - His sleeveless chain shirt falls well below his belted waist, but still leaves a bit of his chest exposed for the ladies, which is where his masterwork pathfinder society badge hangs as well. He wears his deep red entertainers breeches almost everywhere, belted down into his ornate greaves which come complete with carved devil-face knee guards. They perfectly match the pair the tiefling wears as pauldrons to hold up his deeply hooded maroon leather cloak. Both Armor and cloak have slits to accommodate his flexible wings. In combat he wears a dragon mask with back-swept wings, that securely hooks over his horns, to protect his pretty face from damage. He hooks it onto the front of his belt like a cod piece when not in battle.

Vaylen travels with a strange young lady he calls Felice. She is formed almost the same as her summoner, with coppery scales and blond hair and fur, horns and long tail, claws and teeth. She lithely moves on all fours and is kind of cute in a nerdy kind of way, with her wild golden mane combed back into a pair of adorably poofy, if giant pig-tails catapulting off the back quadrants of her head to keep it from constant falling in front of her eerie golden eyes. Standing like a quadruped at barely three feet tall, she doesn't even break five feet when she balances on her back legs. Felice wears a practical Adventurer's outfit most of the time, with her masterwork Society badge, securely clipped to her belt off center. An ornate pair of masterwork goggles cover here eyes and have a set of strange flanges that wrap around the backs of her long ears to really help her see and hear the smallest details in both her environment and people's faces.

Demeanor:
While not the sharpest tool in the shed, Vaylen is friendly and open with those who he is sent to deal with, and those he likes. This helps in his dealings for the society, but can unintentionally come off as intimidating to some, and the leering devil girl on all fours, who is always at his side does what she can to help by interjecting helpful facts during negotiations.

This pair is a team in all things, from a devilish duo of constantly flanking opponents, to a pair of dedicated Pathfinder Society Investigators who always have each others back. They are even a team during their street performances as a twirling team of inter-winding, acrobatic fire dancers.

Background:
Vaylen was found as a copper scaled baby by a family group, after being shunted through a portal from an outer plane, presumably by desperate parents trying to save his life. Seeing the smooth coppery scaled hide and thining him one of their own, a gift from the merciful gods, they claimed the infant as they made their way toward Absolom. As he quickly grew however, his demonic lineage could not be denied. His scaley visage became crowned with golden horns and hair, and his lithe body was draped with wings, tail and claws. Thinking it a divine test of compassion, the good people raised him right, if a bit wild. So when he came of age, he was told of his dark lineage, but that he had been taught to use his dark gifts honorably, and they sent him to the city proper to make his way.