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Description

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Skix stands at four foot five but when he fully stands up straight he stands just below five foot.

Personality

Skix is a coward to the core and would not hesitate to trade his allies in for his survival. Due to his small stature Stix cannot hold up in head to head combat and has to rely on subtlety and speed to ensure his survival (although he has never fought anyone from the world above the sewers so this can only show his combat against other vermin). Skix is weak willed and can be easily corrupted by others, he also suffers from a form of paranoia that has kept him alive in the sewers but may lead onto schizophrenia (these traits kept him alive in the sewers but could affect him during his time on the surface).

Equipment

Skix comes naturally equipped with his claws, sharp incisors and his incredible eye sight in the darkness. He carries a small pick like object for him to hack away at objects he finds in the sewers as well piece of metal that has been sharpened to act as a sword and a bandage wrapped around the base of the metal to act as a handle. This custom made sword hangs over his back on an old chain that he salvaged in the sewers. The light in the upper world is to bright and damages his eyes and so he wears his hood with the eye holes to stop the way the light shines on his eyes and allow him to have slightly clearer vision otherwise he has to rely on his nose on his time on the upper world.

History

Skix lived in a small clan in a small junction in the sewers. His mother rat gave him a name similar to that of the city to remind him what his kind strived to achieve. Tales from his ancestors made him beleive that the race that lived above drove his kind into the tunnels to live in the tunnels and in the shadow of city. Skix grew up listening to these stories and held them close to him to believe that his races existence was worth while. At the age of five Skix was old enough to leave his clan family and begin his travels in the sewers.
Months passed and Skix became more adept and scavenging and picking at broken debris that littered the dark forgotten sections of the sewers. The forgotten tunnels were left by all the vermin and not even a mouse scurried through the tunnels. In this forbidden section this is where Skix found his blade. After his had sharpened the blade a strange noise echoed from the sewer and Skix turned to face two large growing green eyes slowly getting bigger as what ever the creature was approached. With a chatter of fear Skix charged the creature and jumped towards on the slimy sewer tunnels walls and bounced around the large creature, he lowered his blade in mid air and sliced a clean cut into the creatures spine killing it instantly (this happened purely out of luck). Skix removed the eyes from the creature and returned to his clan giving the trophy to the clan leader. Skix became a source of inspiration for the younger vermin of his clan for his bravery.
Skix left his clan again and began in search of quests and tales. Months passed and Skix grew to the age of twelve (this is still young but around the age of an young adult for his kind). Eventually Skix gathered tales from clans and cults he passed about a so called great gate that apparently was the entrance to the upper world. Inquisitive about this and full of questions Skix began to travel to the gate. During his long journey he met many clans that each had their own story about his kinds existence. One clan believed they were a foul creation from the world above whilst others believed there was no such world and called Skix crazy. As he grew closer to the gate Skix came across hordes of blind vermin that were ravenous and ferocious as well as strange deluded cults that killed each other to please what they called the light.
Eventually all was worth while and Skix stood starring at the so called great gate, the smell of food and the noise of city echoed in the tunnel and bewildered his senses. He ran up to the metal bars and banged against them before slipping through and gazing around. Skix was free from the dark dank sewers he was held within.

Skix's Story