Rakkin began his life like many other of his Quasit lineage summoned by
an abyssal's magic and forced to do their bidding. Day in and day out
Rakkin worked tirelessly, for if he were unable to complete his master's
bidding he would be starved and lashed until he would collapse. He would
awaken some days later locked within his barred and magicked chamber only to
be put to work again as soon as his body was able. This life of servitude,
torturse, and enslavement led to a deep hatred of his master and others of
the Abyssal kind. When Rakkin heard whispers that Zaikkra would be opening
a rift for Abyssals and Fell to enter Serin he began to formulate a plan.
In his masters absence Rakkin would toil for days, studying the text and
artifacts his master had accumilated during his many years of service.
Rakkin would see his master return some days weary from travel and combat,
but not enough. And so Rakkin waited, and learned, practicing his newfound
magical spells and enchantments. One evening Rakkin noticed his master was
particularily wounded. This day instead of the appropriate healing balms
and pultices that Rakkin normally placed upon his injured master, he placed
poison. A poison that leeched its way into his masters bloodstream,
weakening him further. By the time his master noticed it was too late,
Rakkin summoned up all of his rage and hatred, casting every spell he had
learned until a fury of elements consumed his master leaving nothing but a
pile of ash. Rakkin then prayed to the dark lord Resatimm, offering up the
soul of his master, in exchange for passage into Serin. Resatimm must have
agreed, for a vortex of unknown etiology opend before Rakkin and swallowed
his body whole. When he awoke he found himself in a strange new land, a
land where he could unleash all of the tormet and suffering his master had
placed upon him onto others.
Description:
Hovering before you is a small demon like creature his wings throwing up
small puffs of dirt with each furious flap. Jagged horns adorn either side
of his forhead, red pulsations can be seen in the small cracks that envelop
both. His skin is dark brown and bears many scars which appear to be in
varying stages of healing. He bats his long dark lashes slowly, they adorn
round eyes that appear to have clouded over from age. His nose is small and
pushed in, looking much like that of a pig. Dark symbols align his face on
either side, beginning at the top of his frail cheeks and ending at his
jawline. A small forked tongue glides across thin cracked lips and you
notice that his teeth end in sharp jagged peaks. As you look at his frail
neck, he swallows and you are able to see a small adams apple rise and fall
every so slightly. His narrow shoulders lead down into short arms and hands
that appear more like jagged claws each claw looks to be stained or coated
in dried blood. His chest is small and flat much like that of his abdomen.
His legs are small in size as well, ending in what look to be hooves of some
kind.
