Sevaush was the name given to him by an abyssal whose name has long been
forgotten. During the war against Zaikkra, Sevaush served wholeheartedly.
Power is what Sevaush has always respected. From the day he was born, he
served power and nothing else. When his master got banished, Sevaush began
to question the power and strength of his masters. The Great revolution
came and Sevaush joined in the tide to overturned his master, slaying the
master and for the first time in his life, coming back to the world of
Serin. For a moment, Sevaush hid from the other races, seeking to
understand their strength and dominance. Afterall, Sevaush is small and
weak, and unknowing of the strength the other races possesses. As time
passes, he began to feel the stregnth of the other races and realised that
the quasits are comparable if not stronger than the other races of the
realm. It is time for our domination.
Looking at this creature, it seems he is the spawn of the underworld. He
has two eyes, sunken deep within his skull. Staring into his eyes, you get
drawn in as if the abyss is sucking your soul in. His nose.... Some may
not even call it a nose. Just two slits that appears to be the place he
breathes from. His lips are parched, with red blood scabs formed on his
lips. His ears are small and odd shaped, curved in like an inverted V.
This creature may be small, but he has sharp claws that would claw the eyes
out of anybody he disliked. Blood is what he seeks and drinks. Looking
from afar, this creature looks like a skeleton. His arm and leg muscles
appears hardly developed, as if this creature had not eaten for days.