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Character: Skrith the Puppet Master
Race: Chimera
Class: Blood Mage
Alignment: Evil

Information: The Diamond Desert is home to many beast tribes who do not fit into normal society. Survival of the fittest is the cultural norm in this harsh environment and weakness is often met with death. The Chimera Clan is no exception. Proud warriors, hunters and mercenaries for hire, the chimera are known for their physical prowess and marshal abilities. Skrith was born the runt of his litter. His parents looked on him as little more than a burden and thus named him Skrith, a word akin to worthless or wasteful. They assumed his cub mates would weed him out as was the norm, the weak would overtake the strong after all. But it soon became apparent that their runt despite his slim build was no pushover. He managed to survived his formative years; often a punching bag for his much stronger brothers. But Skrith was something they weren't, cunning, plotting and patient. Often times tricking his brothers out of treats or getting them into trouble for his misdeeds. One night Skrith's brothers had had enough of him plotting and devised a plot of their own. They chased Skrith to the outskirts of their village, cornering him in a gully where they intended to beat him to death. Pleased with themselves they taunted and jeered, not bothering to notice the corner of Skrith's mouth turn upwards in a smirk. There was a sudden sound of popping and snapping, followed by a blood curdling howl of pain from the eldest among them. The boys turned their heads sharply towards their elder. His face contorted in pain as his limbs twisted and jutted out in unnatural directions. He slumped to the ground, lifeless, a misshapen lump of twisted flesh. While his brothers had been busy learning to punch, kick and bite, Skrith had been busy too. He found old books on forbidden magics and taught himself the art of blood magic. The ability to turn any living thing into a puppet, bending it to the casters will. Who needs strength, when you can have others do all the heavy lifting for you or kill with a thought. Needless to say, Skrith's brothers never again laid a hand upon him.

Commissioned by: Nuwame

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© Mythka - Candice C. Sciortino 2020
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Description
Gods & Monsters
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Character: Skrith the Puppet Master
Race: Chimera
Class: Blood Mage
Alignment: Evil

Information: The Diamond Desert is home to many beast tribes who do not fit into normal society. Survival of the fittest is the cultural norm in this harsh environment and weakness is often met with death. The Chimera Clan is no exception. Proud warriors, hunters and mercenaries for hire, the chimera are known for their physical prowess and marshal abilities. Skrith was born the runt of his litter. His parents looked on him as little more than a burden and thus named him Skrith, a word akin to worthless or wasteful. They assumed his cub mates would weed him out as was the norm, the weak would overtake the strong after all. But it soon became apparent that their runt despite his slim build was no pushover. He managed to survived his formative years; often a punching bag for his much stronger brothers. But Skrith was something they weren't, cunning, plotting and patient. Often times tricking his brothers out of treats or getting them into trouble for his misdeeds. One night Skrith's brothers had had enough of him plotting and devised a plot of their own. They chased Skrith to the outskirts of their village, cornering him in a gully where they intended to beat him to death. Pleased with themselves they taunted and jeered, not bothering to notice the corner of Skrith's mouth turn upwards in a smirk. There was a sudden sound of popping and snapping, followed by a blood curdling howl of pain from the eldest among them. The boys turned their heads sharply towards their elder. His face contorted in pain as his limbs twisted and jutted out in unnatural directions. He slumped to the ground, lifeless, a misshapen lump of twisted flesh. While his brothers had been busy learning to punch, kick and bite, Skrith had been busy too. He found old books on forbidden magics and taught himself the art of blood magic. The ability to turn any living thing into a puppet, bending it to the casters will. Who needs strength, when you can have others do all the heavy lifting for you or kill with a thought. Needless to say, Skrith's brothers never again laid a hand upon him.

Commissioned by: Nuwame

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© Mythka - Candice C. Sciortino 2020
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Patreon Instagram Twitch! Etsy Twitter