Baz the Bastard

(One of Baz's many masks)

## Bio:

Name: ??? (\*Nicknamed "Baz", after Sir Nycolas got tired of just calling him a bloody bastard)

Age: ???

Gender: Male

Faction: ???

Race: ??? (supposedly a demon)

Personality: Very quiet; doesn't speak, and seems to try and always make as little noise as he possibly can when moving around. Acts shy around everyone, but can be extremely mischievous if not kept an eye on.

Appearance: (\*will add concept art later) (for now, imagine Soggy Nugget's YT videoss on the "Thirst Demon" - that's what inspired this)

Category (Spirit, spells, or strength\*): Spirit (I think?)/Strength

Army role (Optional): N/A

Weapon of choice: Usually just hands/feet/mouth, but will occasionally pick up a weapon (a rock or something, idk) if it pleases him.

Fighting skill + Physical capabilities: Fights like a wild animal when provoked. Prefers to run away/do things from a distance if attacked/threatened. Unless there is milk involved. When he suffers a fatal blow that would "kill" a regular human, his body will split into two separate equal-sized 'demons'. These bodies will also replicate if "killed", and are all controlled by the same consciousness. If his mind is stretched too far among too many bodies, his control will weaken and weaken until all the bodies collapse into a state of comatose. If a body sustains injuries, those wounds will not heal, until the body is SUCESSFULLY killed (will get to how to do that in a second), upon which the wounds will be as if they never happened. How to "successfully kill" the demon; there are three known ways to actually destroy the 'demon'. First, is by magical means, as he is not immune to magic. Second, is silver; if suffering a mortal blow from a weapon made of silver, the body will dissolve to ashes instead of splitting into clones. Third, is if the demon purposefully kills himself (e.g. jumping off a cliff, strangling a clone body to death, etc.) - that body will then poof into ashes upon death. As long as one of these clone bodies is alive, he will still be alive. He's also ironically a very decent locksmith/escape artist/thief; gaining decent practice of these skills in his conquest for milk.

Magical group (Ex: Frostkin, Shadowbrother) (Optional): ???

Bio (Optional b/c honestly I know I prefer to lay it out in the RP but if you want to put it in it's probably easier for me):

Nobody knows from whence he came, or how he was brought into existence. He was but a pest roaming the countryside in search of the glorious cow nectar. The Telgarians who know of his existence find him to be an extreme annoyance, simply a pest. He comes for the milk, and nothing else. He does not kill, unless someone purposefully gets in his way of things. He be doin a search, he be doin a sniff. He be inside your presumably locked cupboards. He be suckling at your cows at 3am in the pitch black cover of night.

He has made an enemy of a particular lowlife mage (\*\*\*see third OC post after this), who runs a skeleton army. The mage often finds this thief sneaking into the army's camp to steal the precious melted cresm that keeps the skeletons animated. Melted cresm tastes just like milk, but being a potion of magical properties, if drunken by anything that isn't a skeleton, it will make the drinker very lightweight (floaty, but not floating, like a balloon filled with air instead of helium) and drunk - more so the more they drink.

One day, he happened to crawl into a busy tavern, hoping to sneak off with a jug of something to drink while the barkeep wasn't looking. He spotted a knight ordering a pint of milk to bring with him on his journey (\*\*\*\*this was Nycolas Everrun; who stopped drinking booze bc being drunk triggers the dragon curse to proceed further). Seeing that this human had the precious cow fluids, he snuck off after the knight. He attempted to do a sneak and take off with the flask of milk from the campfire side while the knight was presumably sleeping, but he was caught. Nycolas gave chase to the flighty demon, who outran the knight, stood perched at the top of a tree, and proceeded to guzzle out the contents of the flask all over his face and mouth while the dripping remains splattered over the knight yelling up at him.

Ever since then, he follows the knight across the kingdom in the hopes of more milk/mischief; the two of them forming a very odd team.

+ bonus: nobody knows what his true face looks like, for he always wears a mask (will switch up the mask sometimes if he finds a new one he likes.... could be a tiger mask, could be an ogre mask, could be the flesh off a man's face, could be....)

+ he has two skins:

In warmer weather, his body is a solid pitch black. In colder weather, it is a solid white. This is just for camouflage purposes though, and he can change it on will (e.g. if he's sneaking into a royal ball, he might change to white and wear an ornate bejeweled mask just to look fancyyyyy)

## Clone Ability Limits:

(to give it more concise boundaries)

Scale on Body Splitting:

1 body = full psyche control

3 bodies = still easy control, but can be confused easily

5 bodies = easily confused, susceptible to mind control, intelligence similar to that of a dog

7 bodies = intelligence is no higher than a koala, reaction speed is slow af, confused at everything, very sluggish

9 bodies = max limit of bodies; psyche stretched to its thinnest, bodies all collapse into a state of comatose until body count is reduced.