Nicthop Dergath

## Abominable Mutationist

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## History

Born by the blood of kobolds tainted by the stain of something more, Nicthop came into the world in shackles. His family was a lowly caste of a much larger warren in the worship of Dahak. Despite this position, his earlier life wasn't quite filled with the hardships that many would expect. The kobold excelled at manual labor and took up the arduous and demanding tasks that even his superiors had troubles with. His power and fortitude would pass leaps in bounds of his kin though distractions tended to way heavy upon him especially with his missteps. He grew up quiet, complacent, a rampaging brute in shackles bidding his time until he might taste freedom from the bounds as his soul.

Even as he was a model slave, he was still struck at time to time with the hardships of being at the center of a cult. Narrowly avoiding death rites and constantly getting caught up in ceremonies that required his fiendish blood slowly wore at his already fragile mind. His life was a dance to avoid greater notice while still surviving in this hellhole that was his home. But as with all situations, sometimes perseverance eventually comes to pay off. When his home fell upon harder financial times, he was sold off to a more comforting place as a domestic chattel to an elderly lizardfolk to whom he quickly became indebted. He gained a partial understanding of his true culture without the taint of Dahak and the demons that held his home together.

On the eve of his master's death, he had earned his freedom and chose to walk a path that suited him, One of freedom and revelry with abandon for the tomorrow untouched by apprehensions of the past. This life was alas short lived for once one opens the door with a demon, they can not merely walk away. Even as the partying and drinking became ever consuming, the little kobold still felt the tug at his mind. The chains that sought to drag him back to his damnation. Seeing no other choice, Nicthop decided to take up the mantle to shatter these chains once for all and give hell to those who would dare drag away the freedom of himself or those he cared about.

In this notion, he joined with a group to whom he quickly became indebted. Secular. A like minded pairing of individuals who helps channel his rage and chaotic tendencies into more productive outbursts of destruction. Ever since he joined with them, he has been by one of their sides protecting them from the dangers of the world and threatening violence to those who would dare disrupt his life.

## Appearance

Nicthop is about average for a kobold in terms of size and stature, but slightly more pudgy in the way of the skin on his bones. His scales would shimmer with various shades of red though at certain points the scales would be broken and torn as if wounded and never allowed to heal properly. Upon his left shoulder, he would have a large mark burnt into his scales which forever branded him as once being a slave. He has two small draconic horns that peer under his brow and small spines that trail down his back that show a bit of closer then normal draconic blood in his veins. The final physical abnormality which would lie in his blood would be a tongue that twisted and broken into three pronged grabbing appendage like a morhg.

Of his gear, he wears nobility like regalia that has since fallen into extreme states of decay and devastation that come from extended battles. He wears an old tarnished breastplate that encases much of his finer details besides his scaled face. A small rusted over crown with empty gem sockets laid upon his brow completing his more so lacking regal look. Two large weapons were held at his back, one greatsword and the other a butchering axe of black metal. Behind the figure would be a dragging red and white cloak that resembled the tales of kings and queens.

## Personality

Twitchy and violent. That would be the quickest and easiest classification that anyone could give Nicthop. In truth, they are very right in such write offs but there is just a tad bit more that lies under the surface. To those he deems his 'companions', he is the perfect guard dog. Always following orders and heeling when commanded to do such, but at the slightest sounds of provocation ready to defend them with his life should the situation unfold as such. Self-sacrificial in almost every aspect, there is nothing more that the kobold would like to do then die in the stead of one of his friends. A truly quite disturbing quality to some who are not privy to how self-destructive his habits are.

## Loves

Nicthop is a man of simple tastes and his hungers are quite easy to abate. Warfare are of his highest desires, the taste of steel clanging against his steely flesh and his own blade spilling the blood of foes. To many, this seems like he merely enjoys violence, and they are partially correct, but in truth Nicthop merely desires a warrior's death. That is to say, he wants death, he craves it. He has made many mistakes in his life and he wants to wash that slate clean whether it is through blood caking the stone or the history being severed. Even when he is losing a fight, the pain helps dulls his mind from more complex sensations as the primal rage overcomes his mins. His less bloody desires are of the drink and company, the drink dulls the mind and the the company dulls the senses.

## Hates

Nicthop is an even more simpler tastes when it comes to the desires and hates of the world. Any sensation is a good sensation if it distracts the mind and as such he loves any distraction. The only things he truly lives is mental magic that is used to probe his mind and anything that makes him relieve his past. These actions are anathema and are of the only ways to actually get on his bad side. Of the true ways to royally piss him on, one need only pick at his horns, a topic he is quite sensitive of for their nature and their prevalence attraction to his past.

## Family

Nicthop doesn't know his true family, born in a kobold burrow there was no such claims or importance of such things as lineages. He has also lost touch with his old burrow to his own delights. Choosing to try and forget the past with hope for a better future in which he can leave everything behind.

## Friends

Those of Secular are Nicthop's only friends at this current point of time, companions who he would die for in a heartbeat.

## Enemies

Slavers and those who let themselves be victimized.

## Aspirations

Nicthop aspires to forget above all else, to disconnect himself from the past and gain true escapism from what has happened and marred his mind.