Name: Niq. (Pronounced like the last syllable of unique.)
Species: Trickster.
Age: Half a century, old by human standards but incredibly young for a trickster.
Faction: Factionless.
Alignment: Chaotic neutral.
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Strengths
Clever and quick-witted, trickster magic, and innate ability to know when to use his magic for optimal comedic timing.
Weaknesses
Childish and annoying, no weapon skills, and physically weaker and less impervious to the elements than a human.
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Equipment
No.
Powers
Just abilities that come with being a Trickster.
Illusions - Tricksters are a type of mischievous beings with the ability to make real-looking (and feeling) environments and people out of thin air.
Conjuration- The ability to create objects out of thin air. (Only inanimate objects and if they are complex devices he has to understand and know how they work in order to conjure them.)
Shapeshifting - Tricksters can change their shape to a lot of things, but mainly only look humanoid.
Immortality*- Left alone Tricksters can live forever and not age, but they can still be killed normally and require sustenance to survive. They can still be killed by the elements, fatal wounds, starvation, etc.
Levitation- He can hover above the ground because walking is for plebs.
History
A trickster is only home where there is trouble- and Niq has spent his whole life creating it living but by one single standard- do it for the lolz. His modus operandi- choose a mark, study the target, and then cause chaos. Whatever flaw he could identify in a mark, whether it be greed or gluttony or some other fault, would always be the characteristic he utilized to guide them into their own downfall. Smugglers would have come across a crate of valuable goods seemingly forgotten, only to discover hour after taking it that the valuable goods had vanished and left a tracking beacon or a bomb in their place. A prideful merc that boasted of their skills with a gun would see that very weapon turn into a large daffodil in the middle of a fight. And a network executive, who constantly cut funds for good writing and story development in anime in exchange for bigger titties and panty shots would find themselves in a locked room, tied to a chair with their eyes forced open, opposite of them would sit a single low quality television set endlessly playing every anime they ruined. In their heart, they would feel the pain of every viewer forced to watch the shit they created. For fifty years he traveled the star systems delivering what he considered just desserts, but now he thinks he’d like to try something new. While he doesn’t plan to change much in the way of his behavior, he does fancy the idea of finding other ways to put his abilities to use.
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