Ricinus

On the planet Ricinus, the race of Cynadus thrived as they scored a large trade deal with Sinister’s trade capital, Limehold. The physical resilience of the Cynadus lead to the high value of Cynadus blood. Their blood is known to neutralize many poisons and venoms. Notably, Cynadus individuals are immune to arsenic poisoning, often using it as a hallucinogenic drug.

History

The Origin

A sickly drug addict by the name of “Oh” was on the most pivotal trip of his life. Multiple hallucinogens combined with psychedelics fiddled with his brain, orchestrating an oddly successful plan. A shadowy clone of himself appeared before him and spoke in a somewhat whimsical voice. The hallucination before him commanded that he used the now freely available interplanetary travel, provided by Limehold. Using this vehicle, he must travel to the High-Warlock and consume the “Most Powerful Hallucinogen in the universe”. Still higher than a satellite, Oh gathered bags of fungus and pills before rushing into a rented spacecraft. His brain felt like it was boiling as he absentmindedly set the ship on a course to the High-Warlock.

Spending 1,000 years of his drunken life, Oh consumed a fragment of the Warlock, giving him the ironic ability to control arsenic.

He sobered slightly as his ship finally returned to his now developed home. Highrises littered the surface as countless trade ships dashed between ports and the blackness of space. Though Oh had just lost his family and friends, all he could think about was drugs. Through the countless thoughts of brain altering pills, a message came into his shriveling mind. It was like a call or an order. It was as if a god-like voice, similar in tone to his own had spoken to him. This voice that may or may not have been an auditory hallucination commanded him to seize control of Ricinus. Oh squinted in confusion as he took more pills. With each drug he ingested, the divine voice in his head grew louder. It told him that he would become the most powerful on Ricinus, working as the prophet of this world.

That could all be possible with his power of arsenic. A semi-nauseated smile crept across Oh’s powdered stained face as the villainous voice residing in his skull provided him with intricate instructions as to how to take over the planet.

The detailed nature of the plans that were spat at Oh could only make you wonder if the voice talking to him was an actual separate entity. Or maybe the voice is just Oh’s wicked suppressed desires. Intelligence is by nature immoral after all.

Oh’s so called god continued to feed him information and plans. He began to craft masks of clay, plaster and crudely scrapped paper. Costumes of glued fabric and textiles were hurriedly put together by Oh’s shaky hands. Through this process of admittedly unskilled work, Oh used his ability to consume arsenic in mass amounts. His brain swiftly became dependent on the metalloid.

Countless days past as Oh’s health deteriorated. His body craved for water and food but his want for arsenic overcame his survival instinct. The voice was but a whisper when he ate normally anyways. It was nothing but a waste of time to step away from the arsenic or his god’s plans.

The Arrival of the Warlock

Oh put on his poorly built mask with a similar look to a skull. A haphazardly stitched cloak rested on his shoulders as he stepped outside. Arsenic leaked out of the ground, vaporizing and moving through the surface atmosphere as Oh raised his arms.

Arsenic began to enter every living being’s bloodstream, diluting their thoughts and rational thinking skills. Just as Oh’s inner voice told him, he attacked news and journalism outlets as his new persona, Lockly, the Son of the High-Warlock.