Alias: Son of Fire
Race: Apoc Churl (Flux-twisted)
Aspects: Body 9, Soul 6
Sex: Male; Ht: 12' 0"; Wt: 7,000 lbs.

"Feel the fury of my flux-borne flames!"

Character Description/Notes:Many creatures are warped by the Flux, in varying degrees, but some have been permanently fused into an incarnation effect of the chaotic matter. These are the rarest forms, more element than entity. Some retain their former sentience, if they had any, and, even rarer, possess personality--those that do almost always feel they have a purpose as a blessing or curse to the world around them...

Born into a tribal Churl community on what was once the Hawaiian islands, Mag'grin had been the unfortunate second son--the blessed sacrifice to the volcanic deities of fire and fear. The particular volcano of this rite, Kala'milalaluku, has been a well of fiery Flux ever since the Event, a place where people trembled in terror when a hint of mist rose from its crest.

For from this could spew untold wonders, both plagues and pleasures, forged in the deep magma pits that lurked behind mounds of heat-fused stone. Into this horrific torrent of blazing white-hot lava the tiny baby tumbled, an appeasement for the bloodline of his kin. Or so they thought.

Instead of perishing in the impossible heat, the child collided unshielded into the radiant Flux. The power stripped his body of its flesh and bone, replacing the organic tissue with the surrounding elements: basalt, brimstone, magma, fire. The babe grew into a mammoth of a "man," boulders for shoulders, a slab for a waist, and molten ore as his heart.

The cradled life within the mount grew his girth and strength, imbuing him with undiluted power of the Flux and flames. His thoughts became as black as the smoke-stained mountain, his passions as hot as the flames in which he dwelt. He could not contain the rage he felt, for the flux kindled the memory of his intended destruction, seemingly uncaring that such thoughts spurred him to desire the churl villagers' destruction.

Mag'grin, once his maturity was complete, called on the power inside him to trigger an eruption. He had waited until the day of his "rebirth," an anniversary he loathed and savored in bittersweet agony. For, he had become more powerful than any Churl, but had become so as some offering, unloved and undesired. He leered as the column of viscous magma hurled him heavenward, glaring from hellfire orbs. There would be mayhem tonight.

Tactics: Mag'grin trusts his superheated, extremely thick skin to protect him from most attacks, charging straight in to hammer away with his basalt/ore fists. He fuels his strikes with magma, pouring the congealed, heavy gunk on his opponents; reveling as they scream. Also, he radiates terror that paralyzes victims, panicking even the stoutest of adversaries.

If facing faster opponents, Mag'grin spews lava in a gout of incendiary disaster as a cone, or can jettison spikes and molten matter in a volcanic concussion in every direction. When these fail, he either summons flame sprites as support or makes an escape via stone meld with the earth--only to erupt from beneath his opponents moments or hours later when he has the chance.