This is a heroic tiefling fighter but with a bit of a twist

There are places in the world where men and women will gather in village pubs and taverns to eat, drink, and share stories of folk tales and heroes. Few of these stories are as captivating and the legend of the "Helmed Knight". Some say he is nine feet tall, others say, he rides a unicorn, his sword glows bright colours, his sword is a living creature itself, that he has a small grey animal that sits on his shoulder, or that he is actually a she. No matter who tells the story a few key details always remain the same; he is a tiefling who protects farmers and travelers from menaces of all kinds, he has huge spiral horns and an unusually long tail, he wears armor from head to toe with a large black cloak covering him, he has a great sword over his back with scimitar on his hip, and most peculiarly of all he wears a helmet that seems to cover his entire head. Some say the helmet is enchanted of just an illusion others say he lost his head and the helmet is the replacement. No one knows the true story.

The so called Helmed Knight's true name is Hope Marsk. His was an unremarkable upbringing. He was born to a couple of ordinary tiefling farmers. When he was young he was a source of endless trouble, he caused shenanigans as a child and raised hell as a teenager. He like most sons of farmers dreamed of moving away but like only a few he actually did. When he was eighteen he saw his opportunity to get away and see the world in the form of a "recruitment" officer who was traveling to local villages to conscript young men for the army. Hope happily volunteered. He quickly became a skilled fighter, surpassing all other recruits. His natural gift of fighting seemingly matched only by his crippling inability to take orders. While the army was hesitant to discharge him outright he was unable to rise through the ranks like most skilled soldiers. He was demoted within hours of his first promotion for taking his legion on a "practice raid" of a local whorehouse. It wasn't until the night of the great wasp fiasco that he was finally dishonorable discharged. Hope left smiling. He wandered off to have his great adventure. His adventure started out great when he saw what appeared to be a man being robbed at knife point be another man. Hope saw this as easy money; just save the man and get paid. He strode confidently towards the two men sword drawn and with a booming voice told the man to drop the knife. It was only when the mugger turned around did Hope see that he had no knife. Hope only had a moment to think how the other man was being robbed when the assailant had no weapon before he saw a wicked spread across the muggers face and Hope was engulfed in flames. He felt his skin melt and his muscles sizzle. He lost his vision as his eyes boiled and his screams seemed to fade away as he was left only with the sense of intense pain before he blacked out, knowing with his last thought that he was about to die.

But he didn't die. He awoke only with the sense of agony. Hope knew he was screaming but he couldn't hear it. He felt oil being poured on his crisp skin follow by a gentle touch; both of which felt like being stabbed. Hope then felt a soothing sensation flow through him and he was given a moment of relief. A hand brought a cup of water to his lips which he painfully sipped from as the moment of peace quickly ended and Hope was again let alone to scream phantom screams. This pattern continued for what felt like eternity (not that Hope had anyway of even trying to tell time); the mysterious caretaker would tend to his wounds with magical and non-magical means as well as feed him and clean him. As Hope slowly recovered and began to regain his strength he found that the caretaker only took care of him never trying to communicate. Hope asked him question unsure if he was even speaking close to the right words. The very last thing this anonymous savior did was slice across Hope's palm with a knife after which he wrapped the wound and disappeared. When Hope awoke that "morning" it was to the deafening singing of birds and the blinding light of the midday sun. As Hope realized what was happening his eyes filled with joyous tears. As his eyes adjusted he was greeted by the sight of his own burnt deformed face. Hope saw his lips move and heard his own voice as he cried out in surprise. It took him a few hours to learn to control the eyes looking at himself. He felt a body separate from his but still his and he felt a mind separate from him but still his. Hope explored his surroundings and found him self in a small cabin, his savior was nowhere around. He soon found that his new appendage was in reality a homunculus a small flying construct that Hope had heard of but never seen before. Hope found weapons, armor, and supplies in the cabin. He had been given a second chance for his great adventure. With his homunculus as his eyes and ears Hope left the cabin on a quest to be a real hero and to save others. He is now a mysterious savoir of the people like one man was to him.

I'm not going to lie Daredevil was the inspiration of this character. As much as I love darker characters sometimes it's nice to play a more genuinely heroic (but no less bad ass) one.