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"Only those without understanding name my art as madness"
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Name:Tszarvin Sphex
Gender:Male(?)
Age:Unknown
Species:Unknown
Class/Occupation:Sorcerer/alchemist/techomancer
Description:Potentially the foulest, most abominable creature to roam the world. Sphex is a psychopath and sorcerer of unparalleled skill, bending the mind, body and science to his wicked will. What he once was has long since been hacked, scoured and augmented away, so that now there is little indication as to the creature he once was. Pale, waxy skin peeks out from between mechanical, technoarchaic limbs and machines, his own biology and flesh fused through dark magiks and foul sciences to a form unfit for living eyes to behold. His twisted and warped flesh is clad in cloaks and robes of flayed, tanned skin, the flayed faces of his victims often sewn in for his amusement. His pitch black eyes stare malevolently out above his too large mouth, lipless and lined with thin, needle like teeth. However it is not just for his disfigured appearance that he is abhorred for, but the tortuous practices he inflicts upon those whom he captures, and upon those who call him master.
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Likes:
Torture
Mutation
Alchemy
Experimenting
Dissection
"Improving"
Dislikes:
Distractions
Religion
Stupidity
interruptions
Strengths:
Sorcery
Anatomy
Slavery
Manipulation
Science
Weaknesses:
Towering Arrogance
Single Minded
Very, very Insane
Personality:Cruel, sadistic and ingenious, he is a horrific master of pain and deformation. He cares for nothing but his own research and science, his servants expendable subjects that he has molded and forged from the flesh he has tithed, stolen and bartered from the various kingdoms of the world. His vicious brutality is legendary and well renown, as are his services, hiring out his "creatures" and skills to the highest bidder in exchange for more flesh and artefacts of science and magic.
Quirks and Habits: Incessant displeasure at the imperfection of his creations, he constantly works to improve his experiments..
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Land/Kingdom: Named by the countries that border it simply as the Blight, or the Barren lands, Sphex cares not for the land and requires it not to fulfil his work. What sustenance he and his flesh-slaves require he either grows within his cavernous mountain fortress or "harvests" from his supplies of test subjects. None try and claim the surrounding wastes for there is nothing to be gained by doing so, the very land itself poisoned by Sphex's foul experiments.
History:Little to nothing is known of Sphex's history before his horrors begin marching out of the caves of his mountains. What race he once was is lost to time and his eternal horrific modifications. All that is known is his incessant need to experiment and warp the natural form to a foul mimicry of life. He has sold his skills and his creations to anyone with the need, and the willingness to accept it, for the correct payment, of course.