Gazember

↫▲✖)(*↜ Appearances can be deceiving. ↝*)(✖▲↬



Gazember is quite peculiar for a fae in terms of his specialties and behavior. Instead of fighting with magic, he uses physical attacks with the nasty looking little blade at his side. Despite his poor physical state and his sickly body, he still wields the blade with a certain finesse.

The weapon doesn't seem like it was always used for combat and shows signs of age, but he still seems to do a fair job of keeping it ruthlessly sharp. The jags and chips give it even more of a brutal cut. Gazember isn't afraid to use this weapon either- he is an extremely defensive little dragon who has no qualms with initiating a fight when he feels threatened.

Gazember wasn't always like this, however.

Some time ago, he was sent on an expedition into the Scarred Wasteland with three clanmates of his- Asphalt, Comet, and Raviyei. Gazember was on decent terms with Raviyei, but had never gotten along with Asphalt, nor his disciple, Comet. The two were strange individuals who rarely talked to the other clanmates and mostly just seemed to keep to themselves.

Asphalt always claimed he was only teaching Comet magic, but Gazember noticed the bandages that seemed ever present on the younger dragon. Magic was certainly at play, but it was definitely of a more sinister nature than the two wanted everyone else to believe. As such, Gazember had always made a point of checking in on them at awkward times to see if he could catch them doing anything sinister, and there were a few times where he came close.

Now that the three were in unfamiliar territory, however, Asphalt and Comet decided they would put an end to him when Raviyei wasn't around. The two found him out alone, and descended upon him. Being just a small fae up against a skydancer and a spiral, Gazember didn't stand much of a chance in attempting to fight them off. They dragged him to a nearby pool full of whatever noxious fluid the terrain in that dreaded place vomited up, and held his head down into it, attempting to drown him. When they thought he was a goner, they shoved him into the pool entirely and left him to die.

The three remaining expeditioners returned home without him, Raviyei and the others believing he had simply gone missing and died. Gazember had managed to pull himself out of the pit, but the damage had already been done. His scales were deformed and partially dissolved to make way for the horrific pustules that would end up covering his whole body. The liquid had sucked all of the color out of his once vibrant scales. He was left with pale, veiny skin that was as fragile as paper- constantly breaking and tearing to leak either blood or pus. On top of that, he is seldom able to keep a meal down, and since the event has become sterile and unable to use magic.

Since then, Gazember has been wandering and fending for himself in the wild and trying to find a way back to his clan to tell them the truth of what happened. He keeps his hideous new form obscured by a mask, a full outfit, and bandages so as not to scare any other dragons he encounters. While his affliction isn't contagious, there's no reason for him to expect pleasant reactions from any other dragon he encounters.