Alcanio

## Alcanio Lushwood

### Description

Crawling from the depths of whatever pit he came from, Alcanio has an... Eccentric appearance. With a pair of amethyst-lensed iron-reinforced goggles strapped upon his head, various bands made of iron and lapis, strapped across his various limbs. He wears a scarf made of dried moss, all on top of a jacket made of some exotic blue leather and pants made of god knows what. As for his actual body, his skin tone is a bright green, with darker green eyes and hair, with exaggerated ears adapted to the dead silence of the caves and a long, sharp tail for poking berries out of the vines, balance of the thinnest of vines, and self defense, if he's particularly desperate. He also has slightly webbed hands and feet, though it's rather minor, which aides him underwater when gripping onto fish, because their eyes and bones are rather tasty. Also, his fingers have sharp claws, great for picking out bones, clumps of meat, or anything edible out of dead things. He's disturbingly good at picking apart a corpse of all things edible... Because of his coloration and tactics, he's able to blend into the shadows of the Lush Caves, small pools, and general darkness of the caves he's adapted to, and is an expert at finding food despite everything. But, there's something wrong. Something twisted. Something evil. Eating away at his body... Sculk.

## Backstory

Alcanio's story starts with a splash, a flash of blue, and a scream. His family lived near the darkest depths of the world, the outcasts of the outcasts, yet still the hardiest of them all. Tightly knit together, his family had adapted perfectly to their tough surroundings, living a calm life. But at one point, they had strayed too far. Into territory not even the Beasts would dare roam into. It only took a pebble. Just a small splash, to bring everything down... A great shriek blasted through the caverns... And with it... It brought... a Thing... A Monster. An amalgam of bone, of flesh, and of souls.
Out of the depths, a beast crawled. Face nothing more than a blank slate with a gaping maw. Great, shuddering antlers crowned upon its head, arms as broad as trees and strong enough to topple buildings.
The Warden.
Alcanio's family had never run into such a beast. Seeing only a peculiar meal, they tried to kill it, to see what it tasted like. But... Alcanio sensed something was wrong. Something had screamed, but it wasn't him, or anyone else. It wasn't that creature, either.
It seemed to come from something even more peculiar... A... mouth, of sorts, but built into the black substance it stood on. Slowly, he approached it, unaware of the brutality occurring to his family just a little ways behind him. He was curious. A pool of something... odd. Swirling around, like a whirlpool. It was here he made a mistake. He stuck a hand in. Hell, his entire arm. It clamped down onto his arm, and only with a great tug could he get it out, but the damage was done. An odd stain on his arm had been placed, flickering with odd blue lights. He turned around, to show his parents....

He ran.
Faster than ever before.
The sounds echoed through his ears, bouncing around in his skull and growing louder. Louder…
But it followed. All of the people he knew. The people he loved. Everyone.
Gone.
Because of one wrong step. So, Alcanio did something no self respecting gremlin ever should.
He went to the surface.
The top side.
The land above.
And he ran.

## Goals/Ambitions

Alcanio has no real ambition. No real goals. Sure, collect everything, become ruler of the world, be cool as fuck, and basically be the best person, like, ever. But he already has all of that, basically. I mean, what more do you need besides a funny pew stick and a few leg fish? Sure... He's a bit lonely... And by god, does his arm itch... But he doesn't care.