Where blood is sucked up by the earth, slowly it begins to groan and cry out. The spirits of stone reject the blood, which is vital and supercharges magic. Stone is the element of consistency, never changing or doing so at tectonic intervals, so it pushes it away and Grave Flowers grow. When blood, especially that of the meek and murdered, reaches stagnant water, the water shrieks unheard with vitality. It practically roils and any life found within is changed. The oddest result of this tragedy is when mosquito larvae begin to hatch in such waters.
A change comes over their tiny ganglions and they begin to devour one another, growing in size unnaturally large and fast, until the only one remains in the stump, pond or puddle of their home. It undergoes a horrid metamorphosis, dragging itself from the water with limbs it has no instincts for, powered by the metaphysical need for knowledge of a killer the spirit barely remembers. What results has the need for blood and the instincts of how to get it of a mosquito and the irrational half mind of a man. The spirit of the murdered swirled its grey matter as it formed, leaving behind a neurological obsession with uncovering its death. But like a game of telephone, from ghost to spirit to flesh the message decays. Most Man-squitoes go mad shortly after their final instar, with voices in their minds and obsessions they cannot understand, urging them into cities.
The mind of a meek, scared victim suits a mosquito's instincts quite well. Though insane, they survive, hiding and darting, driven on furtively. A mosquito has incredible senses, desires pushing it along.
Physically they have the body of a humanoid, though covered in thick sensitive hairs. Their head is a near 1 to 1 of a mosquito scaled up slightly too large until the creature has the look of a sports mascot or bobble head, muscles barely strong enough to hold up its head. Its proboscis scaled up is the size of a rapier and it is revealed at the macro scale it does not pierce but tears open flesh.
Like most vampires of Ventus, they prefer to go after sleeping victims, the compounds in their saliva effectively numbing the wound as it forms. However, the messy wound created can bleed out and many victims are dead by morning, alerting folk to its presence. It can bound great distances with the buzzing aid of its enormous wings and insect strength but its mass is too much for it to truly fly. They instead climb gamely up tall buildings and leap onto prey below and entangle is in its six freakish limbs, four claws, one opposable, less like talons and more like those possessed by insects. It will wrestle its prey to the ground and inject its proboscis anywhere it can. But its frailty precludes it from extended fights, running away after a solid hit. They, like their spiritual progenitors are meek and cowardly.
However, their mania can circumvent their cowardice. The voices in their head drive them to search for their killer. Weakly they know what they smell, look or sound like and seek them out. And when they find them, many things can happen depending on how insane the bug man is. It may try to take the place of the murdered, communicate with the killer to understand why it was killed or take vengeance, which can lead to another, perhaps more degenerate man-fly.
Communication fails as the creature has no human mouth. After months of searching and failing, typically delusion leads to head bleeds, confusion, stroke and death. It will scratch its killer's visage on the ground in its own blood before it expires.
Mirrors are effective deterrents against them. Their reflection does not line up with their notions of themselves. The cognitive dissonance can drive them mad.
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#2 The Man-squito
HD 2 (HD 3 if recently fed)/ AC Leather and Fast/ Damage 1d6+1
In stagnant pool where mosquito larvae dwell, the meek's spilled blood stagnates. Only one survives, eating the rest and the ghost of the dead scars the brain of the creature formed. Crawling on legs it has no instincts for it tracks its quarry with rapier mouth and muddled mind. Its killer's portrait can be found in the scars of its brain.
NEEDS: To drink its killer's blood
AVOIDS: Holy symbols of the meek, familiar places, mirrors
DESTROYED: By its own brain, its obsession,
