Born into Hell many years ago, Fasirah is a creature - an incubus, thank you very much - who thrives off the carnal desires of mortals all around the world.

Widely regarded as one of the adolescents of his time, he is not old enough to fully know his place, but he certainly is old enough to understand that incubi have a valued stance in all circles of Hell. The creature is particularly friendly to other demons and all creatures not human; he also, habitually, surrounds himself with beings much like himself - those who immerse themselves in sin. In fact, Fasirah oftentimes straddles a line between "annoying" and "endearing" among his peers.

While he often takes his job seriously... enough, Fasirah is more often than not petulant, stubborn, and overall not the ideal picture for his profession. Favoring fun and "a good time" over actually meeting his work requirements, he socializes and flirts more than he does his actual job, which leaves him appearing somewhat sickly until he treats himself to proper nourishment. He occasionally drops his lazy manner of speaking, but this is rare and is only heard during business, or serious matters.

In spite of his rugged way of talking, and his washed-out features, Fasirah prides himself on his charm and persuasion, both of which come naturally. Kindness and affection are off the table, though the incubus isn't exactly above using these things to get what he wants. And he normally gets what he wants... whatever it may be. The only trouble is finding someone willing to give him what he wants, which... takes some time. This is typically the cause for his sickly features and lack of charm, since both weapons of choice are only at their prime when he's had his "fix" from a mortal.