Xelor

A mysterious man with a desire for the rare and unique.
Tall, Dark and handsome, Xelor displays a high level of uptight posh society. Appearing as a huminoid of well built physic, on closer inspection his anatomy becomes much more monstrous. His face clad in a ‘Mask’ resembling an insect but some unfortunate souls have seen the mask twist, writhe and open up into a fearsome sight of blackness and teeth. He has insect antenna and a moth mane of fuzz/hair. Large Moth wings sprout from his back actings as a cape or cloak at times. Most of his body is covered in fine clothing but reports tell most of what is hidden a murky black elemental energy that has managed to resemble a normal mortal man. Xelor once was a normal elemental being known as a Genie however after being freed and living in the Feywild, The Un-Sele court moved to ruin him, yet that twisted fey power only made him stronger, something more, Something terrifying.

When Annabell sought to rid her life of the contract committed to the Crown of Oxtrad the one who responded was a powerful Genie who's elemental nature had been twisted. Unlike others Xelor was free able to let his power run rampant. But rather unexpectedly he appears humble and contains his strength, Leading it to others seeking power gifted to them as Warlocks.
When the silver Dragon asked, Xelor offered a deal. “To be Mine and Mine alone!” those were the terms and the deal was struck.

Xelor has a massive collection of rare, unique and odd trinkets from all over the realms. recently he as seen his wife as part of that collection.
A powerful being driven by greed, lust and music.

The collection is stored in his personal museum.

Fenris grew among the Feywild, learning the ways of the Fey. Though he had horns instead of wings, he was treated as kin throughout the lands. It was not his appearance that rose him to fame, but his love for music and entertainment. In banquets and balls, Fenris would be centre stage, serenading the crowds well into the night, learning new ways to amuse and delight. He entertained into his teens, until the the Queen and King grew bored of his routines. Obsessed with the need to be admired, Fenris searched for new ways to entertain, discovering he had an affinity with necromancy. He raised skeletons and taught them to sing along with him. Would practice beyond the waking hours into the next day. when he finally grew confident enough that he had a crew he begged his parents to perform at their next banquet. They reluctantly agreed, not knowing this would be their last.

Bored of the usual human baby stolen from the lands beyond the feywild, the Queen and King demanded a new variety of child to distract them from their own infertility. It did not take the scouts long to find an infant that made the royal family grin. Black skin, small horns and 2 sets of eyes.

“ All they desired was a cure?”
“ Yes my Queen. It was a particularly deadly disease. The male tiefling would have given anything to save his lady.”
“ I would say his debt is well and truly paid. Does this little one have a name? ”
“ No my Queen, the mother had not seen him yet lest given him a name”
“ I shall name him Fenris”
The banquet was held in honour of anew arrival. A new babe, more exotic than Fenris . Even though he played his heart out , the newcomer had his parents full attention. The spotlight faded, making Fenris upsettingly jealous. He summoned a undead fueled by his hatred, and too powerful for him to control. It slayed the babe ,his parents and those attending, gorging itself until it slept and returned to the earth.

No witnesses remained so Fenris was casted out of the Feywild by Sidereal Vizier himself. A permanent metal mask sealed on his face causing extreme pain if he ever got close to any Fey . Despite the pain , he strives to get back into the Feywilds. He wonders the lands searching for a way back in.