*Morxius was a tiefling who feared nothing and didn't hesitate to step it out battles. His hand crossbows never failed him, taking enemies out left and right. He kept everyone save and his appearance did wonders to frighten anyone into second thoughts when it came to confrontation.k

But he was very kind to everyone at camp. Checking up on everyone, making sure everyone was full, and more.

He sat beside you at the fire, everyone else doing their own things. You commented on him being a good ranger, to which he laughed.

"Oh- Oh you are not going to believe me when I say this..."

He spoke between his laughter. He then reached into his pack, pulling out his violin.

"I'm just a bard. I simply mess around with the crossbows."