Mooky became a servant to Death himself. It was all he could do to keep his parents from purgatory. Still, Mooky felt as if he had betrayed them still, at least his mother. When growing up, his mother had taught him the magic school of life, learning to manipulate, and heal all things organic. But as a servant to Death, he became skilled in the school of death.

It wasn't long before Mooky became ashamed of his new abilities. Instead Mooky practiced the different schools of magic, finding that he was capable of using pretty much all of them.

Throughout his adventures he practiced all the schools of magic. He became very proficient in life, elemental, and ego magic. Only once had he touched into his necromantic capabilities, but it was to save a close friend.

The era of magic came to an end, the four horsemen themselves charging through the lands to slaughter the best magic users. A select few were left alive however, but the reason why was unclear. Mooky was of course one of these few, and he was now the last acolyte of Death. But he hated it. He had seen Death ruin the world Mooky knew. He had never been more ashamed of his choices than he was after magic had died.

Centuries past and the world went on. History from there would become familiar to the modern person. The once proud race of dragons became a mere legend. The thoughts of magic became witchcraft. And the four horsemen became tied to what was thought to be the gods’ plans.

Mooky shut himself away, barely able to look at the world any longer without remembering what it once was. He lost everything in the span of a week. His adventure group, his dragon master, many, many of his friends. All gone.

Still Mooky had a job to do, and had to return to the world once in a while to collect souls. Mooky began many legends as he did so. Legends of a desperate crusade. Legends of a plague sweeping the lands. Legends of a witch in the town of Salem. Legends of a ghostly pirate ships.

At one point, Mooky had a target to hit in the country of Mexico. When Mooky arrived however, he was amazed by the decor. There were drawings and clay sculptures of skulls, but the were all made so colorful. When Mooky asked what was going on, he was surprised by the answer. A time to celebrate the life of those who had passed. Mooky would only ever mourn their lost, but forgot to remember the good times that he had with them. After sticking around for a couple of days, he grew to appreciate this “day of the dead”, as they called it. For once, Mooky felt happy when thinking about his friends. He remembered the good times, and it made him smile, rather than cry.
On the last day, Mooky even painted herself up. Beautiful face paint and small jewel beads, black paint to cover the body with colorful paint to create the skeleton. Mooky was undead, but finally didn't mind showing it off, at least symbolically. Sadly, Mooky still had a target to hunt down...


made by  Icefire and my freaking god they did an amazing job!!! like, holy crap, this is so beautiful and colorful!