Tee'Kay was born and raised in a forest village from a priestess Naga and a Chieftain Snakemen. Less then 2 years of his hatching, he was already noted to be strong with Nature Magic, spending years studying books and journals. Surpassing his teachers, he branched out to magic not common in the snake kin race, such as other elemental magic, mainly Ice and Fire. After becoming a prodigy in all elements it wasn't enough for him. In secret he studied forbidden magic like Dark and Light, even lightly touching on Necromancy. He was only discovered after one of his experiments went berserk and attack villagers after a Human traveller he found dead on the road when the True Resurrection Magic failed, he came back to life but in a half human, half still undead state. When he was dealt with and burnt, along with 4 other villagers, Tee'Kay was disowned by his parents, exiled as a citizen of his home and hated by everyone. Years later he settled in the far lands of the swamps, in human territory, rich in plant life and materials he spent his life learning alchemy, making potions for everything.

One morning, TK woke to his fathers messenger crow at this door, with this family's crest on its for-head, made form his mothers scrying magic to find anyone of the family from anywhere and a single small note saying "continue our legacy". Left with many questions, he made his way back home risking all punishment if to only glimpse his mother and father again. On the location, he didn't recognise anything, it was all ransacked and burnt, the fires halted by the heavy rain that is common in the forest, his people lay burnt to a crisp on the ground, slaughtered. At the base of the temple stairs, his father, with 10 other snake kin and their swords drawn. Rushing to the temple greeted by more of his people swords and spears ready, his mother, laying dead on the alter, her dagger at the base. The temple itself is all chard on the inside, everything that wasn't stolen was burnt. Unable to bring words for his pain but only tears, he attempted True Resurrection, the spell failed, the soul has no host to occupy again, the body is beyond use even for a soul.

In his fit of blind rage, he travelled to all bandit camps around the forest, slaughtering them all and torturing the leaders for answers, few gave in enough to find another camp after another. Before long he got word of the main stronghold location of the bandit group. He, and his new army of undead, stormed and killed all who branded themselves a bandit. Their guilt confirmed by the stolen goods of his people. Some took arms to fight, some ran in fear of the undead army wanting to eat their warm flesh. But the thing TK enjoyed most, is when some feel to their knees and begged for mercy like they deserve it, he made sure they died slowly.

After all was done and his people no closer to be returned to him, he went back to his own exile, in seclusion to the swamps where some claim to see him from time to time but only add to their fear of knowing just what he is capable of.

Artist-  Nabeyku