The first memory of the quasit Vauwyn was the time he spent in the
Abyssal Plane. His master was a sentient being living high above in the
beautiful dark tower of his. Being a slave, Vauwyn was managed by his
appointed overseers. Time pass meaninglessly, until that fateful day.
Lightning flashed across the skies and thunder rolled. The Abyssal plane
was invaded by an unknown force, perhaps even stronger than the master.
Dark warriors emerged from portals that appeared out of nowhere and started
slaughtering everyone they see. Warriors were called to battle and slaves
were not spared either. The battle raged for days and one day, Vauwyn got
injured after killing off a dark warrior. Laying on the streets bleeding, a
familiar slith overseer appeared beside him In a gentle voice he said,
"Demon, the war is lost. Let us escape together. You with your magic and
me with my blade, we can make it through there." He then pointed at a
portal shimmering in the distance. Mustering the up his new found strength
for a new life, Vauwyn cast his spells and clung onto the back of the
overseer. Together they dashed and made their way through the portal. As
they stepped into the portal, a mysterious energy ripped through them and
everything turned black. When Vauwyn opened his eyes once again, all he saw
was a clear blue sky and a new life ahead.
Standing before you is a tiny creature barely 3 feet in height. He has
two tiny and curved horns sticking out the top of his head. He has two
droppy eyes and stares emotionlessly at people. There are two small slits
at the place where the nose of a normal human is. His lips appear parched
to the point where it is cracking, and small scabs of blood could be seen
along the cracks. Surprisingly, he has two pointed ears at the side of his
head. One would expect a small stature creature to be scrawny and weak, but
this creature is different. He has well defined muscles throughout his
body, especially his leg muscles which seems to be unproportionately huge.