Magic Skelly

Magic Skelly, a spectacle of outlandish proportion. They are a spectral figure of bone, its bony features rimmed with magical, luminescent stones. Its complex form is riddled in an ethereal labyrinth of threads, binding it to its sanctuary. Often, it is amongst a backdrop of its library, an intricate maze of endless turns, each hall garmented by twilight blues and blacks, painting a diaphanous picture of a wizards abode. Its eyesockets, one, a portal to an endless ebony. The other, a threshold being the gateway to a radiant bright white, is a beacon of divine luminosity. Its fingertips, often scratching at its possession, are now deeply scourged by a layer of stardust stained into his prickly bone. Its mouth, a furnace of potions, and quickly cast incantations, each mutter enacts a spell, each with a purpose, no matter how little it is. Its most prized possession, a spellbook - torn and weathered with its endless use. Each page portrays yet another flick, where Magic Skelly desperately strokes the pages to energise his mind with yet another spell. The cover, a litter of veins buried deep within it, flickers with arcane energy. Centred in the cover, a purple gemstone pulses, making a nova of mana emanate from its inceptive form. Usually deep within its grasp, each sharp blade of a fingertip jabbing into the book remains protected at any cost.