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Spectre lives in Pantala, with the LeafWings. Alas, his mother (a NightWing) died when he was young. Spectre was hatched under a Lunar Eclipse, leaving some to believe he’s cursed. He is often shunned by his peers and his family, so he often spent his time in a secluded corner of the library, reading or drawing. He was bullied many times a week, and was rather tired of it . . . But what could a scrawny hybrid like him do? That was his reasoning . . . Until he chanced upon a long-forgotten book which taught him necromancy: the art of raising spirits from the dead and commanding them. Spectre summoned spirits, angry spirits that killed the bullies, leaving his town in horror. They banished him, and he fled the town with bitterness and a loneliness like never before. He summoned a friend from the beyond, and a little dragon spirit now floats with him as a companion. He constantly summons more spirits to talk to and hang out with. He made his own tattoos, to fit what he now did, and they glow red when he summons the power of the dead.

However, as he uses necromancy, he’s noticed some of his features becoming more transparent, letting him see his own bones. He suspects the summoning of spirits is slowly making him as dead as them . . .
. . . But anything for a few friends, right?

Description
For thaiede

Spectre lives in Pantala, with the LeafWings. Alas, his mother (a NightWing) died when he was young. Spectre was hatched under a Lunar Eclipse, leaving some to believe he’s cursed. He is often shunned by his peers and his family, so he often spent his time in a secluded corner of the library, reading or drawing. He was bullied many times a week, and was rather tired of it . . . But what could a scrawny hybrid like him do? That was his reasoning . . . Until he chanced upon a long-forgotten book which taught him necromancy: the art of raising spirits from the dead and commanding them. Spectre summoned spirits, angry spirits that killed the bullies, leaving his town in horror. They banished him, and he fled the town with bitterness and a loneliness like never before. He summoned a friend from the beyond, and a little dragon spirit now floats with him as a companion. He constantly summons more spirits to talk to and hang out with. He made his own tattoos, to fit what he now did, and they glow red when he summons the power of the dead.

However, as he uses necromancy, he’s noticed some of his features becoming more transparent, letting him see his own bones. He suspects the summoning of spirits is slowly making him as dead as them . . .
. . . But anything for a few friends, right?