To the very, very few that he trusts, he is severely protective, and vengeful to an extreme if one should get hurt. He will go out of his way to help someone if he should come across them in their time of need - though he will act disgusted later on in an attempt to drive them away, further settling him in his aura of isolation.
He wears a dark tunic decorated in black elven designs, right sleeve cut away to make room for a plated arm guard that covers from wrist to elbow. It's a darker steel, engraved with elven curls, and a hidden slot that hides a quick-release blade. Across his back, he wears thick, black leather straps that can hold a sheath or quiver, should he have need of them - though most of the time, he carries or stores them elsewhere. His tunic extends to cover his left arm with a tapered sleeve, clasped around the wrist with a rune-marked bracelet made of slim-forged silver. On his right hand, he wears three slender silver rings, and on his left ear, a single silver hoop.
Around his neck, he wears a silver pendant that holds a small locket, sealed with magic against any other but him who try to open it. What lay within is known only by him.
The demoness, however, sought only to use him to further her own ends. What those ends are, he never found out - for when she was done with him, she cast a curse on him to turn him into a lesser demon that she could control. But the curse rebounded and caught her in it as well - she became elven, while he was morphed into a high-class n'vaen. Enraged at her curse's failure, she attacked him and sought to kill him and regain her demon blood. But, unknowing of the power he then held, he retaliated out of instinct, and his corrosive aura ate her, flesh and bone, until she was nothing but ash.
The elves of Heartwood found him the next day, and drove him away, calling him a monster and a devil. He fled, then, and never returned; it was thought by his family, and his sister Jetta, that he had died somewhere out in the wilds. But in truth, he sought escape in other Realms, and eventually settled in the unexplored regions of the Lizzarkythian jungle.
It was here that he met the little gryphon Flit. The unlikely pair became fast friends when he saved the tiny gryphlet from a hungry Saurian - after that, Flit refused to leave Tragedy alone. So he took the creature as his only companion in the cold wilds, and camped beneath the trees for many, many years.
Beside that, he has become an expert marksman, though he uses the sword at his side as a channel for his reiatsu and nothing more. He isn't a swordsman at all, and would lose horrifically if ever forced into a one-on-one swordfight, bereft of his power.