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Born in the swirling courts of the Opaline Reverie — a realm of mirrored skies, infinite stairways, and logic-defying beauty — Spaz Thearezial was once heir to the Thearezial Line, an ancient house of planar nobility whose influence spanned multiple dimensions. In this otherworldly aristocracy, power was measured not in gold or steel, but in pacts, promises, and the depth of one’s arcane bloodline. Spaz, from birth, was a marvel: his infernal lineage twisted into something elegant and volatile, like a storm trapped in a glass orb. He had the talent — wild, uncontrollable, and insatiable. But with talent came temptation. When offered a shortcut to mastery by the enigmatic Patron Thalmera, Spaz eagerly accepted, too arrogant or naïve to read the fine metaphysical print. Thalmera was not a devil, nor a fey queen — but a living concept: the Embodiment of Balance Through Control. She offered him limitless magical power, but anchored it to her will. Now, every spell Spaz casts pulls a thread of control tighter around his soul. With every invocation, he dances to her rhythm — and he hates it. Spaz, ever the chaos-born prodigy, chose exile over obedience. Tearing through the veils between realms in a desperate bid for freedom, he crash-landed in the Material Plane — raw, scorched, and half-mad from the effort. Here, he seeks forbidden rituals, lost arcana, and maddened sages — anything to unbind himself from Thalmera.

Born in the swirling courts of the Opaline Reverie — a realm of mirrored skies, infinite stairways, and logic-defying be...

Born in the swirling courts of the Opaline Reverie — a realm of mirrored skies, infinite stairways, and logic-defying beauty — Spaz Thearezial was once heir to the Thearezial Line, an ancient house of planar nobility whose influence spanned multiple dimensions. In this otherworldly aristocracy, power was measured not in gold or steel, but in pacts, promises, and the depth of one’s arcane bloodline. Spaz, from birth, was a marvel: his infernal lineage twisted into something elegant and volatile, like a storm trapped in a glass orb. He had the talent — wild, uncontrollable, and insatiable. But with talent came temptation. When offered a shortcut to mastery by the enigmatic Patron Thalmera, Spaz eagerly accepted, too arrogant or naïve to read the fine metaphysical print. Thalmera was not a devil, nor a fey queen — but a living concept: the Embodiment of Balance Through Control. She offered him limitless magical power, but anchored it to her will. Now, every spell Spaz casts pulls a thread of control tighter around his soul. With every invocation, he dances to her rhythm — and he hates it. Spaz, ever the chaos-born prodigy, chose exile over obedience. Tearing through the veils between realms in a desperate bid for freedom, he crash-landed in the Material Plane — raw, scorched, and half-mad from the effort. Here, he seeks forbidden rituals, lost arcana, and maddened sages — anything to unbind himself from Thalmera.

Born in the swirling courts of the Opaline Reverie — a realm of mirrored skies, infinite stairways, and logic-defying be...

A tiefling noble with crimson skin, icy blue eyes, dark black hair, horns that curve elegantly with cracks like fractured light, a celestial who poses as a good deity but deceives those who want powertowering over him wrapping him in chains of light

A tiefling noble with crimson skin, icy blue eyes, dark black hair, horns that curve elegantly with cracks like fracture...

A tiefling noble with crimson skin, icy blue eyes, dark black hair, horns that curve elegantly with cracks like fractured light, a celestial being towering over him wrapping him in chains of light

A tiefling noble with crimson skin, icy blue eyes, dark black hair, horns that curve elegantly with cracks like fracture...

A tiefling noble with crimson skin, icy blue eyes, dark black hair, horns that curve elegantly with cracks like fractured light, a celestial being towering over him wrapping him in chains of light

A tiefling noble with crimson skin, icy blue eyes, dark black hair, horns that curve elegantly with cracks like fracture...

A tiefling noble with crimson skin, icy blue eyes, dark black hair, horns that curve elegantly with cracks like fractured light, a celestial being towering over him wrapping him in chains of light

A tiefling noble with crimson skin, icy blue eyes, dark black hair, horns that curve elegantly with cracks like fracture...

A tiefling noble with crimson skin, icy blue eyes, horns that curve elegantly with cracks like fractured light, a celestial being towering over him wrapping him in chains of light

A tiefling noble with crimson skin, icy blue eyes, horns that curve elegantly with cracks like fractured light, a celest...

A tiefling noble with crimson skin, icy blue eyes, horns that curve elegantly with cracks like fractured light with a celestial standing over him wrapping him in chains of light who towers over him

A tiefling noble with crimson skin, icy blue eyes, horns that curve elegantly with cracks like fractured light with a ce...

A young tiefling noble with crimson skin, icy blue eyes, horns that curve elegantly with cracks like fractured light with a celestial standing over him wrapping him in chains of light who towers over him

A young tiefling noble with crimson skin, icy blue eyes, horns that curve elegantly with cracks like fractured light wit...

A tiefling noble with crimson skin, icy blue eyes, horns that curve elegantly with cracks like fractured light with a celestial being over his shoulder wrapping him in chains of light,

A tiefling noble with crimson skin, icy blue eyes, horns that curve elegantly with cracks like fractured light with a ce...

A tiefling noble Draped in an iridescent cloak, Spaz’s crimson skin is etched with faint, pulsing glyphs — reminders of Thalmera’s grip. His eyes flicker with a cold, unnatural light, sometimes flickering between warmth and icy blue, and his horns curve elegantly but bear cracks like fractured light.

A tiefling noble Draped in an iridescent cloak, Spaz’s crimson skin is etched with faint, pulsing glyphs — reminders of ...

Draped in an iridescent cloak that shimmers with impossible hues, Spaz’s crimson skin is etched with faint, pulsing glyphs — reminders of Thalmera’s grip. His eyes flicker with a cold, unnatural light, sometimes flickering between warmth and icy blue, and his horns curve elegantly but bear cracks like fractured light.

Draped in an iridescent cloak that shimmers with impossible hues, Spaz’s crimson skin is etched with faint, pulsing glyp...