As a youngling, I was a slave to a tyranical demon named Algalion. He forced me into slave trade, prostitution, and I was his magical whore. I had been servicing one of his "clients" who happened to be a werefox, when I was bitten. He left me there when he was finished, leaving me to be examined by my "Owner" I lay still, waiting for him to come, when I snapped up and clutched his head and snapped his putrid neck. I stayed until I healed and then, weeks later, I robbed him of everything he had. What I had left with was a Falchion, named "Grimsborith", some odds and ends and a strange lantern.
Inside of the lantern was an odd blue flame, it seemed to have small flaming eyes.... once I opened the door the small....fellow made his way out. He was a simple flame, with small yellow flaming eyes, sometimes he speaks, yet mostly keeps to himself, I have taken to calling him Flamma.
→Blond hair, long past shoulders. →aged 20
→5.1" →Fox fangs → Very pale → Covered in scars → Claws
→A rose tattooed over his heart
►As a were-fox, he is a large humanoid fox, very feral looking, and has all the scars
♦Grimsborith ♦Flamma's lamp
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