Praoli was always a cautious little demon. Curious, but scared of pain.
Experimenting from a very young age, he was always trying to reach a better
connection with his god. There is an order to communion, sacrifice is
needed of course. Voluntary or... Involuntary but in an orderly fashion.
You cannot start a prayer at the end. There isn't much to be found out
about the life, or unlife before Serin, but the whispers that were heard
about after are bad enough. No parents seem to be recorded. A particularly
brutal story was circulating around about a nasty little demon lurking
outside the city of Seringale always waiting for someone to leave the
sanctity of the city, shaking a shrunken head around chanting and murmuring
to its god.
Praoli is quite clearly not of Serin His face for starter is lacking both
a nose and ears. Only his bulbous eyes, circular in shape and a shade of
black so deep it draws in any whom gaze to long. When he blinks a second
set of eyelids closes from the sides as well as normal, more Serin like
eyelids from the top and bottom in. His mouth is the only other opening
marring this beings face. No lips though, just razor sharp, pointed teeth
line his jaw. His skull is pear shaped, but upside down. No hair protrudes
at all from any point or crevice of his body. In fact he almost glistens
with an oily like substance. Praoli's body is very small and lacking
muscular tone with the exception of his shoulders which are toned and fit
from the constant flutter of his bat like wings. He has a slight green
tinge to his overall skin tone coupled with the slime secretion giving his
body a lizard like texture.