Not all half-fiends are lucky enough to trace their heritage to diabolic or demonic origins. Little known to all but the most tortured of scholars are those ancient, ravenous spawn of the Abyss, those which predate demonkind. To some, they are known as Obyrith. Other scholars refer to Qlippoth. These are arbitrary classifications of far more incomprehensible, unnameable evils.
Since the time before time, demons have warred against these primordial entities, vying for power over the endless, torturous warpings of their home plane. Even amid the ravages of the Blood Wars, the demons of the upper Abyss have kept their ancient foe at bay, in the deepest, and vilest pits. However, some of these beings slip by, elusive as they are, and breach into the Material plane. Though the circumstances are extremely rare, encounters with these beings can lead to disturbing events, and either through sickness, curse, or improper summoning, primordial abyssal essence can infect the unborn, creating bizarre, abyssal half-fiends -- these are Primordial Tieflings.
Chamomile was born in a small apartment in the living city of Gestalt. His mother, an eccentric-yet-kind hearted demonologist, never cared to seek a partner in life, but wanted a child of her own none the less. The solution, she discovered, lay in her own blood. With an intricate arcane circle, some well-researched hemocraft incantations, and a few alchemical reagents she bought with pocket change, Maia Allegro called upon the lower powers to grant her a child to call her own. Unfortunately, Maia reached a bit too far, and when the ceremony had completed, she found herself staring at an amorphous creature of tendrils, teeth, and far too many eyes.
She fell in love immediately, and named the bizarre infant after her favorite tea.
Chamomile's upbringing was pleasant, if cloistered. His mother never ceased doting on him, buying him all manner of books, construction toys, and even a pet gerbil to keep him company while she was away. Chamo gradually learned to control his own shape and take on a form similar to that of his mother -- walking on two legs, reaching with two arms, seeing through two eyes (most of the time). Unlike most boys his age, his skin and "hair" tended to change colors based on how he was feeling. He had an insatiable appetite for knowledge and tinkering, often taking small objects apart piece-by-piece and reassembling them for fun. Though he never was able to go to school or meet other children, he was happy.
The civil war changed that. When their residential block was leveled by the conflict, Chamomile's mother did not make it out alive. To make matters worse, the cursed urn she impulse bought a week prior turned out to be a malevolent soul jar, and Maia's essence was trapped, barred from resurrection or even an afterlife. Just like that, Chamomile's entire world was shattered.
For six years, Chamo carried the malevolent urn across the city, eventually falling in with a violent gang and learning how survive on his own in the urban landscape. He became a crack shot with a bow and unmatched in skulking unseen across the shifting city. Eventually, he was ousted for refusing to carry out a fatal hit job, and thus Chamomile left his broken city entirely.
While passing through the elven city of Drasil, Chamomile's urn was stolen from him by a renegade Rakshasa. For a while, he scoured Drasil hoping to reclaim his mother's soul jar, but having no luck, turned to a life of petty crime. His prospects took an unexpected turn for the better when he was caught thieving from the airship of a ragtag band of adventurers, and he ended up unceremoniously adopted into their ranks with the promise that he could reclaim his lost treasure.
It was some time before Chamo learned that his new friends' exploits had started a civil war in the city of Gestalt six years prior.
![[OC] Chamomile, Primordial Tiefling Rogue (and his pet gerbil, Earl)](https://i.redd.it/qrv4tebvni271.jpg)
Not all half-fiends are lucky enough to trace their heritage to diabolic or demonic origins. Little known to all but the most tortured of scholars are those ancient, ravenous spawn of the Abyss, those which predate demonkind. To some, they are known as Obyrith. Other scholars refer to Qlippoth. These are arbitrary classifications of far more incomprehensible, unnameable evils.
Since the time before time, demons have warred against these primordial entities, vying for power over the endless, torturous warpings of their home plane. Even amid the ravages of the Blood Wars, the demons of the upper Abyss have kept their ancient foe at bay, in the deepest, and vilest pits. However, some of these beings slip by, elusive as they are, and breach into the Material plane. Though the circumstances are extremely rare, encounters with these beings can lead to disturbing events, and either through sickness, curse, or improper summoning, primordial abyssal essence can infect the unborn, creating bizarre, abyssal half-fiends -- these are Primordial Tieflings.
Chamomile was born in a small apartment in the living city of Gestalt. His mother, an eccentric-yet-kind hearted demonologist, never cared to seek a partner in life, but wanted a child of her own none the less. The solution, she discovered, lay in her own blood. With an intricate arcane circle, some well-researched hemocraft incantations, and a few alchemical reagents she bought with pocket change, Maia Allegro called upon the lower powers to grant her a child to call her own. Unfortunately, Maia reached a bit too far, and when the ceremony had completed, she found herself staring at an amorphous creature of tendrils, teeth, and far too many eyes.
She fell in love immediately, and named the bizarre infant after her favorite tea.
Chamomile's upbringing was pleasant, if cloistered. His mother never ceased doting on him, buying him all manner of books, construction toys, and even a pet gerbil to keep him company while she was away. Chamo gradually learned to control his own shape and take on a form similar to that of his mother -- walking on two legs, reaching with two arms, seeing through two eyes (most of the time). Unlike most boys his age, his skin and "hair" tended to change colors based on how he was feeling. He had an insatiable appetite for knowledge and tinkering, often taking small objects apart piece-by-piece and reassembling them for fun. Though he never was able to go to school or meet other children, he was happy.
The civil war changed that. When their residential block was leveled by the conflict, Chamomile's mother did not make it out alive. To make matters worse, the cursed urn she impulse bought a week prior turned out to be a malevolent soul jar, and Maia's essence was trapped, barred from resurrection or even an afterlife. Just like that, Chamomile's entire world was shattered.
For six years, Chamo carried the malevolent urn across the city, eventually falling in with a violent gang and learning how survive on his own in the urban landscape. He became a crack shot with a bow and unmatched in skulking unseen across the shifting city. Eventually, he was ousted for refusing to carry out a fatal hit job, and thus Chamomile left his broken city entirely.
While passing through the elven city of Drasil, Chamomile's urn was stolen from him by a renegade Rakshasa. For a while, he scoured Drasil hoping to reclaim his mother's soul jar, but having no luck, turned to a life of petty crime. His prospects took an unexpected turn for the better when he was caught thieving from the airship of a ragtag band of adventurers, and he ended up unceremoniously adopted into their ranks with the promise that he could reclaim his lost treasure.
It was some time before Chamo learned that his new friends' exploits had started a civil war in the city of Gestalt six years prior.
TL;DR: Traumatized tiefling boy go squish.