Of Irish descent, Aezur is a slight man, good looking. Dresses head to toe in black a bespoke suit, his glistening cuff-links stand in stark contrast. One could be forgiven for thinking him nothing more than a checker crust-face, out to get flimflammed on his father's dime. One could be forgiven, but one wouldn't be.

Though usually more inclined to a clean get away over a bloodbath, Aezur is a vain man, and more than a few grifters have "disappeared under mysterious circumstances" after insulting him on one of his "legendary" binges. He's usually quick enough on his feet to get away with it, but it'll catch up to him one time or another.