Emris, a 63-year-old tiefling rogue, bore the weight of a life spent on the fringes of society, his existence marked by a series of fleeting jobs that barely sustained him. His piercing red eyes, a hallmark of his tiefling heritage, seemed to pierce through people, dismissing them with a glance. His skin, a dusky hue, was often concealed beneath a worn, hooded cloak, a testament to his preference for the shadows. Emris's life had been a series of unremarkable moments, from his days as a baker's assistant in a dusty corner tavern to his nights as a watchman, where he found solace in the darkness rather than in companionship. His interactions were transactional, often concluded with an indifferent grunt or nod, reflecting his cold and distant demeanor.

Yet, fate had other plans for Emris. While working as a messenger in the bustling city market, he stumbled upon whispers of a powerful dagger artifact. The artifact, rumored to grant its wielder immense power, came with a curse: misfortune would befall those who owned or interacted with it, and the wielder would be eternally bound to it by the blood of the Devil. Despite the skepticism that gnawed at him, Emris felt a stirring within - a call to something greater than mere survival. This artifact promised purpose amidst his otherwise uneventful life.

Emris's journey to find the dagger was fraught with challenges. His age and the physical toll of his life's hardships made the quest arduous, yet his cunning and resourcefulness as a rogue kept him one step ahead of danger. He navigated through the criminal underworld, using his skills to gather information and allies, all while battling the internal conflict of whether the price of power was worth the cost.

The dagger, once in his possession, brought both the promised power and the curse. Emris's life was forever changed, as he grappled with the misfortune that followed him and the eternal bond to the artifact. His journey, a testament to the human spirit's quest for purpose, ended not in triumph but in a somber realization of the true cost of power.

Throughout his life, Emris faced numerous conflicts, from the societal rejection due to his tiefling nature to the personal struggle between his desire for a meaningful existence and the fear of the dagger's curse. His unique trait was his habit of twirling a small, worn coin between his fingers whenever deep in thought, a remnant of his days as a messenger.