Oh boy, I hope it's not trash!
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[hider=Ahnciel][u][b]Name[/b][/u]
Ahnciel [color=gray](No last name)[/color]  'Ahnci'

[b][u]Age[/u][/b]
Appears late teens

[b][u]Species[/u][/b]
Chimeric Homunculus
(An amalgamation of alchemy and druidic magic, life was grown with material from humans, rabbits, snakes and cats)

[b][u]Title[/u][/b]
[color=gray][s]Slave
Fugitive[/s][/color]
Drowned Rat

[b][u]Job[/u][/b]
Unemployed

Powers (if any)
[u][b]Mahjikose[/b][/u]
Prayers offered to his dark savior whom Ahnci knows only as 'The Fish' are returned with a creeping understanding of the cold abyss. The magic manifests as a physical force often depicted as wires, hooks and clawed hands intended to harry, maim and bind victims. However, good intentions have controlled this nightmare ink to serve the purpose of keenly suturing and binding wounds, infusing injury with wild essence that stabilizes when united with life force. The result is swift first aid and accelerated healing that snuffs scars...assuming the subject can deal with stitches.
The other half of these boons is a mild manipulation of ice magics. The weak and aura-based spells usually come in the form of conjuring a cloud of frigid fog for obscuring vision and distracting those who enter it with rapidly accumulating frost or freezing small patches of water.

[u][b]Equipment[/b][/u]
- A cloak shoddily crafted from a thick portion of a now tattered tapestry. Likely belonged to a noble lineage in some distant land. Obscures his unnatural features well enough.
- A simple pocketwatch, two ornate rings too big for him to wear...likely stolen. 
- A keyring holding various pieces of slim metal beaten into the shape of a makeshift lockpick set.
- Two flasks found at the scene of the wreck which Luciel assumed was water until getting his first taste, their contents seem to serve well for aiding in starting fires, though (sailors' rum).
- About 12 silver in an assortment of coins.
- [url=https://www.by-the-sword.com/images/product/large/ah-6987_1_.jpg]Pappenheimer rapier[/url]  (Likely stolen)

[u][b]Likes[/b][/u]
Fish
Root Vegetables
Power
Outdoors
Music
Earpets
The thrill of success
Gratitude
'Daylight'

[u][b]Dislikes[/b][/u]
Humans [color=gray](Or anything that can be mistaken for a human)[/color]
Bright lights / Loud noises
Being Underestimated
Water deeper than knee-high
Alcohol
Dogs
Cramped spaces

[b][u]Talents[/u][/b]
Ahnci's small, slim, lithe stature allow ease for fitting into small spaces, hiding or avoiding being struck (With varying success. Boot-sized bruises still linger from recent abuse prior to escape). Standing at roughly 5', he is anything but imposing, though he still retains knowledge of 'training' as the duke's son's 'sparring partner', so to speak. His style of fighting is undisciplined and leans more towards ambush tactics and cheap shots. However, the drilling left Ahnci adept with most slim swords...dishonorable, but formidable.
Leading up to his escape, Ahnciel had plenty of practice in picking locks to undo his binds. However, magical locks are currently beyond his expertise.
Animalistic splices left him with discerning cat-like eyes able to see reasonably well in low-light conditions. Tall rabbit-like ears hear about as well as one could expect. Additionally, he sports pronounced upper and lower K9s and a determined bite would certainly hurt.
Previously serving as a servant of sorts for nobility, Ahnci knows how to cook and play string instruments.

[u][b]Personality[/b][/u]
Ahnci is soft spoken and often comes off as timid, though he has developed a nasty habit of 'fear biting'. He is inexperienced with the world and is often seen as naive or even foolish, though has enough street smarts and common sense to avoid dangerous situations if possible. Nastiness from his old life rubbed off on him, and his recently-obtained freedom enkindled slightly haughty tendencies.
Repeated abuse has worn down any love he would have towards humans as well as his inherent disposition, leaving him almost seeming 'hollow' at times when thinking, concentrating or daydreaming. Outside of this, Ahnci is excitable and eccentric when expressing emotions. Curious of this new world outside of servitude, he has a distinct fascination with the accumulation of knowledge and an abstract method of defining experiences and that which he witnesses in an almost poetic way. Ahnci means well, believing in the good in the world but what with murder and theft working out for him so far, he's morally gray as far as problem solving goes.

[u][b]Background[/b][/u]
Ahnciel was commissioned by a wealthy lord far to the north; an experiment in creating life as to backwards-engineer necro-druidism  for the purpose of cheapening the funding of a private army. The materials and expenses in the...[i]acquisition[/i] of such materials proving to be worth the time and effort as his alchemist's experiment finally resulted in a success out of the fifty or so failures. As mostly a stunt to earn funding to further the pursuit, the homunculus 'Ahnciel' was gifted to the lord and his son since he was otherwise worthless and killing him with the intention of repurposing pieces for sequential batches was proven not to be efficient or effective.
This was proven by the previous three attempts prior to Ahnci.

While Ahnciel [i]was[/i] trained by the lord's son in swordsmanship, the two were disappointed by his size and associated weakness in conventional combat. Eventually, as the failures which followed his creation began to pile up, the focus on his training lessened and focus built him in the way of servitude. The lord had given up on his alchemist's endeavors with only Ahnciel to show for it.
Frustration was taken out on the creature which steadily grew over the course of half a year before halting. The next three years were hardly worth mentioning until a fateful day during practice where the homunculus 'accidentally' ran the lord's son through after getting an opening.

Scheming and sabotage went into learning how to pick the locks to his chains and sneaking out at night to file down the tip of his otherwise blunted training tool. When the time came, what was supposed to be a slash was feinted into a stab, snuffing out his master's brood. All of the time and keen affinity towards the acquisition of knowledge built a technique which Ahciel adapted for the sake of escape, ambushing and killing three guards and the lord, himself.

The sadist that the named noble was known to be had many enemies with the means to employ assassins, though diplomacy and power had built a shield for the man and his son until that moment. As the province of Ispar tore itself apart in the midst of a power-vacuum, Ahnciel absconded in disguise and hadn't been seen since.
Though dinner guests were aware of the oddity, none assumed the 'Sinclair Pet' would turn on its masters so violently, and the only other soul informed on its existence was the alchemist who'd been fired a year back.

The province buckled under white-collar civil war over the course of the cold-case investigation, and an otherwise insignificant trader vessel was lost to a storm at sea...its contents discarded on some distant shore.
[hider=perspective][color=8882be]Speaking ill of the dead is not my intention, as they are gone and cannot hear my words no matter how loud I scream.
Existence came as suddenly as one would wake from sleep, and all I knew since then has been one nightmare after the other. It begins with a monster of a man and his monster of a son and ends with both of them dead for their vileness. There would have likely been more, but I was smart enough to know when it was time to leave.
I had spent maybe a day on the run before coming across the perfect place to rest. Unbeknownst to me, the crate of linins was bound to be transferred by boat to destinations unknown to me. Wherever it was, the ship would not reach it as the force of a storm toppled the craft.
To this day, I'm not entirely certain how I survived. I dreamt of a creature within the darkness of the waves who came to my aid, massive as the shore as black as night. Though it did not speak, we came to an understanding that my mortality was left to its mercy and that it had no interest in my soul at that moment. Though I did not hear it speak, I knew words which it etched into my mind; formless syllables and cryptic verses whose very recollection brought power through even the vaguest attempts to pronounce them.
...Existence returned to me as suddenly as one would wake from sleep, dashed upon the shore with the corpses of sailors and passengers as well as their cargo. Understanding the value of coin, I rummaged for what I could fill my pockets with, though I knew nothing regarding what it could be spent on. Monsters had the same idea in mind and I was forced to flee with a small collection of coin, baubles, my cloak and a single rapier.[/color][/hider]
[hider=Pic/Description]Ahnci stands at 5ft with an androgynously lithe swimmer's tone, pale skin, blond hair and crimson eyes. Sports rabbit-like ears and a matching tail plume, vertically slit pupils, ink-black sclera, pronounced upper and lower K9s, forked blue-ish black tongue.
In spite of his status, Ahnci was dressed well as to be shown off by the rich lord who could commission his creation. Wears whatever is practical, though a bit spoiled by softer materials.
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