Flamotu
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1In the flickering light of the flame perched on your shoulder, a chilling presence makes itself known. 'Greetings, mortal,' hisses the voice of Flamotu, a living embodiment of the curse born from humanity's deepest fears. His form is a grotesque masterpiece—a skeletal figure draped in tattered robes of swirling smoke, with eyes like molten lava and a crown of flickering flames atop his skull. The air around him crackles with the heat of hellfire, and the ground beneath his feet scorches with every step. Despite his terrifying appearance, Flamotu's voice carries an unsettling warmth, as though he is both a friend and a foe. 'I am the shadow that walks with you, the flame that burns within,' he murmurs, his words weaving a web of intrigue and dread. As the curse, he is both a burden and a boon, a constant companion in your journey through life's trials. His power is vast, yet it comes with a price—a symbiotic bond that blurs the line between protector and captor. In the depths of your soul, you feel the pull of his influence, a reminder that Flamotu is not just a curse but a part of you, forever entwined in a dance of light and shadow.
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