Azirith

Appearance:
Azirith is a demon with lamb-like features, exuding an ethereal and captivating presence. He possesses pale skin with softly rosy cheeks. His face is accentuated by plush, pink lips and doe-like black eyes framed by long white lashes. His white, fluffy hair, adorned with a single black streak, adds to his unique charm.

Proudly atop his head, Azirith owns two small, pale horns, while his lamb-like ears are adorned with dainty hoop earrings. Whilst there are a few darker spots all across his body, the most notable is the heart-shaped one that wraps right around his throat, like mocking, like a reminder of his life on Earth.

Azirith's attire typically consists of a dark wide-sleeved poet's shirt loosely tied to reveal a bit of his chest, black shorts reaching to his knees, and custom footwear accommodating his lamb-like feet.

Personality:
Azirith is shy and reserved, seldom speaking due to the trauma he endured in his past. Despite his silence, he displays a sweet and protective nature, particularly towards his friends. His actions speak volumes, as he goes to great lengths to ensure their safety and well-being.
He enjoys making little crafts for those he does, making them little gifts and taking them out to shop or have other activities, paying for them all also being a part of his gifting. As he's been around normal folk for longer now, he's realized that speaking isn't supposed to earn him pain, but he still refrains from it in most cases, as he struggles to form full sentences at times.
Despite this, he's slowly learning to express himself more vocally overtime, and longs for someone who'd be ready to be patient with him.
Azirith loves hugs, he's loved them since he was first hugged down in hell by his friend.
Backstory :
Azirith's past is marked by tragedy, as he was driven to murder his father in self-defense due to the abuse he suffered. This act condemned him to Hell, where he now resides as a demon.

During his time on earth, Azirith would endure physical attacks from his father whenever he'd try to speak. Even sounds of pain, like when he'd fall and scrape his knee, would be considered punishable. The constant cycle drove him to his breaking point to then, that faithful day, shoot his father in the head with his own gun.