The Glass Thing

Name: Yur’vic the Glass Thing
He/Him
Pan
35
6’5

Personality: As a whole, The Glass Thing is a reserved sort. Especially for a beastman of Chaos, he shows a constant calm. While many would take this as him being a docile beast, this is just incorrect. Yur’vic is a killer on a tight leash; a constant desire to inflict pain, maim, and assert he is the greatest, flows through him. His status as Larkethiney’s Pet Project keeps him from acting on his base instincts. There are sparks of genius when he is allowed the time of day to speak. But even then, such individualistic traits do not matter when you are the willing pet of The Glass King.

Appearance: Yur’vic is a slim yet muscular Slaangore; rather than the typical goat or bore anatomy, Yur’vic anatomy is based on a stag-human mix. The typical armor of The Glass King’s army adorns his chest and legs. The rest of his body is adorned with strapped black leather, exposing his growing ‘gift.’ Along his entire body are creeping glass growths that replace the Slaangore’s body parts. His entire right snout, his horns, and various places on his body have been turned to magical glass.

Equipment: Twin massive spiked clubs, throwing knives, Slaaneshi pheromones in multiple bottles, multiple mind and body altering drugs to be used before combat

Bio: As a young Bestigore, he had known he was better than anyone else. No matter what the chiefs decided, Yur’vic tried his best to climb the ranks of the Warheard. But no matter how hard he fought, his deeds were never PERFECT. So secretly, he began to worship Slaanesh; his body was mostly unaffected. But the Marks of the depraved god became impossible to hide from his heardkin.

Nearly killed by the rampaging masses, he escaped with his life, but with part of his snout cut off from his face. Afraid of bleeding out and never reaching the perfection he craved, he prayed. Yur’vic bled and prayed to the god of depravity for what felt like days. Hoping beyond hope that he may be saved so he could achieve something.

So when a man with a soul intertwined with a Deamonette promised him the perfection he craved? All for the small price of service and some supernatural practices? How could he ever refuse? 

Skills

• Speed
• Sculpting
• Harp
• Carving 

• Overconfident
• Some of his body is stiff
• Superiority Complex

• Sculpting
• Carrots
• Glass

• Grug
• Shouting
• Reading
• The "experiments"
• The color Peach

from Solve

- Really good at repressing initial reactions.
- Whenever he's alone and has time to think, he often falls into a destructive rage; If he's unable to take it out on someone, he'll smash his horns against something until either his horns shatters or whatever he's attacking breaks. Whichever comes first.
- The horns grow back a little bit sharper and little more deformed every time they break. If he leaves them be for too long, they may grow into him, so he has to snap those bits off.
- His antlers do not shed like a normal stag, but every season they grow brittle as if trying to mimic the act.
- The glass embedded into his skin is not comfortable at all. He constantly feels them shifting when he moves; sometimes he'll scratch at them until they bleed.
- Very sensitive eyes; I imagine he's like a bird in which they initially had to cover his face to keep him calm, until he was properly trained to contain himself.
- Is addicted to calming drugs and sleeping pills.