Azriel appears as a slender woman in her early twenties, her skin pale with an ethereal glow under moonlight and her silver hair flowing loosely over simple traveler's robes patched from various planes. Born an aasimar to tiefling parents, she lacks horns or a tail yet carries herself with quiet warmth among her kind. Mute from youth, she expresses herself through gentle gestures, curious head tilts like a bird, and sketches drawn in the dirt or on scraps of parchment. After tumbling into the Shadowfell as a child, she forged a pact with a hexblade patron, wielding a scythe whose edge steals memories from the slain to feed her watchful companion. The bond has grown protective, the patron now guiding her steps as they share vision and purpose. Her airheaded eagerness to help often pulls her into danger, yet the scythe's power and her growing resilience carry her through the Astral Plane and Feywild back to the material world. Driven by memories of her family and little brother, she wanders far from home, seeking reunion while her patron watches through her eyes. The years apart have left her naive and prone to trouble, but the pact sustains her journey, turning lost years into quiet strength as she hopes to close the distance to those she loves.