Crire is a malicious being.
His very purpose in life is warfare, having been created for just that by Satan himself.
He is a powerful beast, possessing many various abilities which he utilize with a
perfectionist's obsession.
These powers include shapeshifting, breathing fire, flying, invisibility and intangibility.
Of course, one of his lesser-used powers is that of conjuring his beloved violin out of thin air.
_{This power soon grew to be the one he would use the most.}
But this all changed when he was thrust into the forest by the hands
of The Angels, who stripped him of all of his unholy abilities, tearing his wings apart and trapping him
in his most powerless form, that which he was created into.
He now wanders the forest scornfully, only regaining his shapeshifting ability when the
full moon bathes him in its arcane light.
When this happens, he has only one thing in mind.
Playing his violin.

Although after some years in the forest, he has slowly regained the power to shapeshift. It causes him some pain but when you're born in hell, you're kind of used to pain.

Speaks in this colour: #FF4500

The shape Crire enjoys the most is the humanoid one, mostly because then he can wear the coat
his master made for him...
And he can play his violin.
He looks human to a fault when in this shape, only things setting him apart being his cervine
hooves and teeth made of iron, as sharp and pointy as broken glass.
Being trapped in the forest and realm of the humans by an alliance between The Angels and The Twin Gods, he
does not get the chance to enter this form very often, but in certain scenarios, (read RP) he is seen
ultimately in his human shape, on the streets of London.
When he dreams, an ability unique to him among his demonic brethren, he is transported
to his old home town, though not nearly as powerful as he used to be, wings torn and wounds springing open, should he use his more complicated powers.
He hardly cares for anything but playing his violin in this state...

So far, his list of relations is limited, to say the least.
But the ones he has met rarely leave his company... unchanged.

Serendipity - "Aahh, my little slave~ His purity is rather... alluring... such a temptation to corrupt him."

Valturez - "Heh, Ol' man Val... Listen, nobody's gonna get you in the forest, y'hear? 'Cause they're gonna have to go through me first and I tell ya... I'm a lot tah go through!"