House Crnoborg is, first and foremost, a merchant house. It found its niche in making itself useful and, being the only house holding the secrets to dimensional travel to somewhere other than a Lord’s home plane, one of the wealthiest houses through importations. Crnobog is nothing so much as a smiling salesman, happily being polite and saying his thank yous while screwing the other Lords out of millions of dollars. They all know it, and while he grins and gets away with murder, they plot his demise with vitriolic hatred.
House Crnobog has its claws in many things. Always mentioned first is the dimensional travel aspects of their businesses, which is where everyone gets items not native to Demon Sphere. Being a focal point of the culture, Crnobog enjoys the ability to set the prices however he pleases knowing full well people have to pay up or not get what they want. In addition to the jugular vein of the economy, he also has the joy of owning most of the lawyers in the city. [missing notes, add when found]
Descendants of Crnobog are noticable for their slightly gold-tinged tan skin. Their horns curl in towards their face, but never make it beyond being short, pointed stubs. Their fangs tend to be blunter but there are two rows of them instead of just the one, much like a shark. Eye colours range from golden to black.
Not much is known about Crnobog, which is surprising because like Azul he maintains a very large presence in the public eye. Where Azul is open about his nature and lifestyle, Crnobog is a closed and padlocked book who guards the secrets of his life jealously. He’s a miser and a penny-pincher, and maintains a lavish home upgraded to fit the latest technology and the most expensive everything with the vast amount of profits he gains every day. The home is a reflection of himself, all gaudy richness with no warmth or comfort to be found. His soul is a darkness more hateful than any of the other Lords, and it shows when he loses at obtaining anything he wants. There are rumours going around that he enjoys the taste of human or tiefling flesh, and that his bedroom exploits make even seasoned prostitutes recoil.
Crnobog is 6’3". He has soft golden-brown skin, feeling much like human skin. He has short hair that falls stylishly messily about his head, though it appears to have been cut so it never reaches the front or sides of his face. He has a vaguely noticeable under-bite and when he opens his mouth it reveals two rows of wickedly sharp teeth. His horns jut out from four locations and curve inwards over his face, leaving just enough room for his eyes to be visible. Crnobog appears to lack wings, but they are, in fact, his shadow. When he needs to fly, his shadow will absorb into his back and unfold into wings of pure darkness. He can hide his shadow at will, which will often make him seem strange and out of place or difficult to look directly at (as though he was part of the air or the surrounding furniture). His tail is longer than other Lords’, able to wrap around his leg twice and still have the mobility necessary to pick up objects. Crnobog is built wiry and thin, his tallness making him seem like a menacing scarecrow and, somehow, more intimidating.
Crnobog has no affection for his spawn, much like every Lord. Unlike every Lord, Crnobog is very possessive of what he sees as “his property”, and he takes the murder or battery of his subjects very seriously. He has a very low opinion of women, believing them to be a lesser gender and only worth bearing his spawn. In short, Crnobog is an asshole.