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He doesn't use his powers very often because he's constantly starving, making them much weaker and harder to use when he's hungry. So he uses an axe to defend himself and even attack his enemies; it's the weapon he uses most frequently.

Interesting facts: The head wound was a consequence of a terrible fight from which he barely escaped alive. The liquid that oozes from him is a mixture of his own soul and magic. He has eaten things that no one would dare approach, just to satisfy his hunger. He hates being seen by those who knew him before the tragedy, out of shame for his appearance and what he has become. He keeps everything he finds, because you never know when you might need it.

Likes: Feeling full, any kind of food, dark and quiet places, silence, warmth, and anything that might be useful for survival.

He dislikes: Unending hunger, noisy people, being weak, remembering the good past, being touched without permission, being underestimated, and being in need.

Skills: Despite being injured, he is very strong, perhaps even stronger than before. His bone attacks are dark, purple, thick, and sharp like teeth, used with brute force to break or pierce anything. His main attack is a huge, highly destructive purple skull. He can teleport, but avoids it because it causes him a lot of headaches. He has surprising physical strength and, what's worse, he's so used to suffering that pain doesn't stop him from fighting; he can take serious damage and still stand. His greatest weakness is hunger: if he goes too long without eating, he becomes weak, slow, and confused, dominated only by the urge to feed on anything.

Personality: He changed completely after everything went wrong. From playful and lazy, he became a quiet, serious, very distrustful and cautious person who trusts no one. For him, all that matters is surviving another day, and he will do anything to achieve that, disregarding rules or kindness. He is dominated by an eternal and painful hunger, which makes him see everything and everyone as potential food, which is why he is so dangerous. He is not evil by choice, but rather because pain and necessity transformed him this way. He is very clever, observes everything around him and plans his steps well, but avoids fighting unless necessary. Deep down, he misses how he used to be and is ashamed of what he has become, but he hides this side with great coldness and hardness. If someone gains his trust, he can be loyal and protective, but always in his own strange way.

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Age: Appears to be around 26 or 27 years old.
Gender: Male
Height: Approximately 1.60m, slightly taller than average.

Appearance: It's a skeleton that looks old, dirty, and worn down by a hard life. Its main feature is a large hole on the right side of its head, from which a bright red substance constantly drips, running down its face. Only its left eye functions, glowing purple when it uses magic; the other is closed and lost. It wears a shirt that was once blue but is now torn, dirty with earth and grease, always with its hood pulled up to hide the wound. Its pants are wide, black, and patched, with a belt where it hangs whatever it finds useful or edible. It wears old boots and almost always walks hunched over, slowly, as if carrying an enormous weight, but when necessary, it moves with frightening speed. Its smile is rare, crooked, and full of missing teeth, which frightens anyone.