Spooky

Basic lore:

Oh, creature of beast and moon, dragon tainted by the curse of teeth and ferocious jaw; a monsterous being buring the brightest night, yet normal and ordinary by the morn’s first shining light. Silver, sleek fur and scales, the soft yet brilliant color of the moon itself- canines that hold every ounce of the curse he is infected with,dripping with blood and sorrow. Wound after wound, bite after bite- spreading the moonshadow’s fierce vengeance, infecting the lands with terror and misery. Yet no one ever suspects that mischievous trader, with beautiful scales that gleam and glow; how could they possibly think that the enemy, the nightmare that stalks them in their sleep and steals away what they hold so dear, is that funny, humorous one who sets funny traps and harmless scares for all to enjoy? Oh, cruel fate, hiding the predator from the prey, and even hiding this gruesome identity from this once pure prankster; how ironic can you possibly force this dragon’s catch phrase phrase, “I love to scare, but never harm” to be?

Persona:

When the moon shines brightest, he is feral, blood thirty; without a single drop of sanity, often striking down those with the same fate as he- there is a reason he remains the only one of his kind, despite the rising number of infected with each passing month. Yet when the moon wanes, he becomes funny and devious in a charming way- unaware of his alter ego, the cruelty he is responsible for. He is a member of southern sorienth’s protector clan, yet he spends most of his time bringing humor, mirth and harmless fear to the crippled towns he cannot help but love. Indeed, this is perhaps, in a morbid way, good- for if he did not leave the clan often, it would be his own clan he tore apart. Spooky is perhaps a tad bit too determined to make one happy, to induce a laugh from those around him; he hates to see sad, unsmiling faces, and in the end, this is what lead to his secret, yet painful fate.

Abilities:

Spooky is a master of humour, truly a prankster able to trick and surprise with shocking ease. He has help from his… unusual pet, a rather beastly creature who is soft at heart. This pet, of course, is wonderful at scaring others; the two make the best park team in all of Sorienth, and even the best jesters cannot compete. Spooky is not one for fighting- he hates misery and suffering, after all; as a result, he is not often needed at his clan, and has much time to plan his next devious trick. However, once that full moon shines, a mysterious transformation overtakes his soul- he is a weredragon, fearsome as can be. In his werewolf form he is ferocious and incredibly powerful, with jaws that can rip and tear through flesh like a hot knife through butter. Spooky’s werewolf counterpart is also stealthy, rarely seen- the only thing left to prove his existence once the day breaks is the blood of his unfortunate victims.

Spooky bio:

He had a happy childhood, before the fates turned against him; normal, with both parents at his side. Naturally, Spooky was one with a jesters spirit; he grew up tricking all, scaring all, and was loved by all of his clan. Spooky’s favorite day, of course, was April first- the day to celebrate pranks and humor, and he filled the clan with surprise and short lived horror. He was never a fighter, really, and as such had much time on his hands- so he visited the poor, run down villages of the southwest, bringing all his hilarious ways with him to spread cheer.

Then came the day when the moon was fullest, and Spooky was late in coming home; he came across a horrifying creature, it’s origins unknown. Yet, did Spooky turn tail and run? Absolutely not. Indeed, he did the opposite- he could feel the beasts internal suffering, and wanted to help. Unfortunately for Spooky, the beast was not quite in a humorous mood; it bit Spooky, and from then on his path was shrouded in darkness. Spooky awoke the next day, his bite wound mysteriously healed,unable to remember anything from the night before- and so he moved on, unaware of the wretched curse pulsing through his veins.

From then on, Spooky became the ferocious beast once or twice a month- somehow, he was always by the poor towns when the moon reached its apex. It’s been two years now, and the towns suffer more than ever, despite the help Spooky gives- their loved ones vanish every month, leaving behind fur and blood; chilling howls haunt them through the night. And at the center of it all lies Spooky, the source of both the towns greatest misery, and their single joy- two sides of the same coin indeed, both worn by one not aware. How long will this is to keep going, even the heavens do not know- but how long until this terror is unleashed against the clan, his home; the ones he truly cares for most?

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Some creatures may be somewhat odd,
Some may give a little fright.
The prankster here just wants to play,
It's advised to steer clear of them tonight.

In dark crevices they do lurk,
Hiding with a twisted sense of fun.
There is no help, nowhere to hide,
For the night had just begun.

For little days and darkest nights,
There is one thing for sure.
A trickster is not a force to mess with,
Despite the abnormal allur.