Name : Mr. Marrow (First name unknown, changes on the whim)
Skylander Name : Headshot
Species : Undead Centaur
Gender : Male
Element : Undead
Role : Chaotic Good
Homeworld : Cozy Hollow
Voice Actor : Normal : Jim Carrey Serious/angry : John Noble

Background : When he was alive, Mr.Marrow was one creepy centaur that was at first thought of as harmless; he just liked collecting bones! Specifically, skulls. But the older he got, the more obsessive he became. He starts turning some heads of his won when he starts going to funerals and asking if he could have the deceased’s skulls! The bone obsessed centaur finds himself in trouble with the mayor of Cozy Hollow, and threatened to be kicked out of the village if he keeps it up. But Mr.Marrow there wants more and more skulls until finally, he just can’t take it anymore! He attacks the mayor with his trusty axe and cuts off his head to steal. Unfortunately, the mayor wasn’t too happy with what Mr.Marrow had done. He hops his head out of Mr.Marrow’s window and rats the crazed centaur out. He’s arrested for the killing and sent to the guillotine as an ironic punishment. 

When the village thought he was dead and gone, something strange began to happen at night. The villagers start to spot a dark figure running about at night, but soon they feared the figure as it began to pick them off one by one, stealing only their heads and using them as ammo to fight. It didn’t take the village long to find out that Mr.Marrow was back, undead, and furious.

Nobody could stop the Horsemen, anyone that tried were put in place by his deadly aim! The villagers summoned Eon and the Skylanders to help with their haunting phantom, but because he had such good aim, Eon offers him a spot on the Skylander team. As long as he promised to stop killing people and taking their heads, instead he could take the heads of the bad guys that try to take over Skylands. The phantom eagerly agrees, and takes on the nickname “Headshot”.

Personality : Spastic, high energy, obsessive, and naive. Headshot is surprisingly friendly as long as you don’t try to take his skull collection! Almost seen as the Freakazoid of the Skylander realm, Headshot is always in high spirits and looking for skulls to add to his collection. He can even be friendly to villains if they have a nice enough bone structure. He’s naive in the sense that he has no personal space, manners, and has absolutely no idea what romance is. Let alone ANYTHING about it, as well as most things that don’t have anything to do with bones. He’s a man with a one tract mind, but will defend those he’s grown close to. As happy of a character he may seem to be, there is a dark side to Headshot. When triggered, Headshot turns dangerously serious and downright murderous, taking on a dark deep voice and his trusty axes that he once used to behead his fellow villagers. Most Skylanders learned to never tempt Headshot, so there has yet to be an incident.

Attacks : Headshot’s main attack is flinging skulls at his enemies. He keeps a healthy collection in his empty chest cavity, pulling them out from the empty space in his neck. But if he’s enraged, he pulls out his double axes and gets down to business!

Trivia : 

  • Headshot loves sugar cubes, especially if they’re skull shaped! (Idea by LizzyDoodle)
  • Headshot sometimes likes to prank the other Skylanders and villains by leaving his head in random places and scaring them. 
  • His favorite skull at the moment is actually Havok’s; he constantly tries to touch his horns and get him to let Headshot have his skull when he dies. Havok in return is uncomfortable around Headshot and avoids him at all costs.

Credits : 
Headshot was first inspired by the song “Where’s Your Head At” when it played on my Pandora list. I got to thinking about the Headless Horseman legend, and thought how unique it would be for a character to be a mix of both the Headless Horseman AND his own horse!  I’ve always liked centaurs, but have so much trouble drawing horses I rarely draw them. But I combined the two, thought of some quarks, brainstormed with A7XSparx and LizzyDoodle, and BAM Headshot came into being. 

  • Headshot’s main inspiration was Tim Burton’s take on the legend in the movie “Sleepy Hollow”, where Christopher Walken played the Headless Horseman. Headshot was modeled after Walken’s character design, as seen here. 
  • Headshot’s clothing was colored by A7XSparx, but both her and Lizzy helped with his final design and personality choices.
  • Mr.Marrow’s living form was a mix between the Headless Horseman and Ichabod Crane.

Headshot© – Weirdlanders. Please do not copy, trace, edit/ manipulate this image, repost or claim as your own. Thank you!

I assume Kuros had alcohol. What kinds did you have?

Lost Queen : ohohoho did we ever. We had plenty of different kinds; ales, rum, wines, all the likes. All of course brewed in Kurosia. We liked our drinks strong, after all it does take a lot to get a dragon drunk. Most other species would take a few sips and be falling over!

My personal favorite was the honey ales. Whenever I’d pass an exam in college, I might have um… celebrated a little too hard.image

skylanderwishes:

From the desk of Asiirha Cnámhdubh:

Dear Gaea,
I must admit, though I am deeply appreciative of your hospitality, I do wish that we could have these conversations in person. It’s been too long since I’ve seen or been in the company of another dragon. You were very engaging when last we spoke in the flesh, as were your children. Give them my regards, and I hope that Balteus finds the seas pleasant and that his school never go without an empty belly of fish.

Before I respond to your latest query about my upbringing in Kurosia, I’ll inform you first on the state of your pest problem. The wyrm population has lessened some, but I fear that they are nearing another spawn season. I would suggest speaking to the Poison flock, perhaps have them work together with the Electricity Patriarch, and construct explosive poison traps that I can lay in their catacombs. Enclosed in the letter is a rough diagram of something I believe might work.

Now, I believe in your last letter, you voiced interest in hearing about my family. More specifically, my parents. I understand your interest. I recall Lai-Chen telling me about your strange family dynamic, and I extend my deepest apologies for the poor treatment you received at your surrogate mother’s claws, and that of her clan.

As far as my parents go, I knew them about as well as any other Kurosian whelp would know their parents. We did not receive special treatment from our sires and dams in our society, as we believed that it takes a village to raise a child. However, we do form bonds close to our mothers in our youth, and my sire took a keen interest in my upbringing.

Ciar Credohmain (KEER credge-oh-MEEN) was my dam. Much like you in that her element affinity was Earth, making her a Brokt. Her full name meant ‘Dark deep stone,’ and she lived up to that. Ciar was much slimmer than most of the Brokt females were, but was no shrinking violet when it came to combat or defending her honor. It was rare for a Brokt to be enlisted as an assassin, but Ciar was trained in secret from a young age to be just that. She was called, from time to time, ‘Burdohk’s Arrow,’ and she never missed her mark.

As a mother, Ciar was wonderful. I was her only child, and although I was not spoiled as I have heard only children can be, she was a nurturing and caring mother. Her first priority for much of her life was to the King, but later, I became her number one priority. Though young, she had joined the late King Burdohk’s army at an early age, and served on into Kurogh’s reign, and that ensured that I was often surrounded by Kurosian politics at a young age. My mother was devastated when she heard that I would be betrothed to the Fear Clan’s future Matriarch, but saw the political benefits in it. Still, she missed me dearly, and instilled in me a desire to treat all females with the highest respect. But also to never underestimate how powerful and dangerous they can be.

Maeldun Clockvok (mwel-DOON clock-vock) was my sire, and a formidable Shire by all accounts. Growing up I heard that I more closely resembled my sire than my dam, to the point that I could have been his twin brother in my adult years. I easily outgrew him in my adolescence, but from the day I met him ‘til the day I heard of his passing, I had a healthy fear of the man.

Maeldun was one of the highest ranking Generals in the Kurosian armies. I heard rumors that he was one of the illegitimate sons of the king before Burdohk, and he would kill any who were foolish enough to call him a ‘bastard.’ Despite his short stature, Maeldun was incredibly skilled in battle, and one of the strongest Kuros I’ve ever laid eyes on.

Maeldun had bred with many females in his time, and according to records I used to pour over, he’d brought at least five dozen clutches into being. But I was his last child, and I was the one he took the closest interest in. Socially it is not common, and perhaps even frowned upon, for a sire to take interest in his child, but as you know, my birth was very special. He wanted to ensure that I would live to adulthood, and have a good head on my shoulders. He instilled in me my deep love of academia, as he was one of the brightest minds in the King’s court. He was stern and relentless, but never cruel to me.

However, it was Maeldun who hatched the plan to betroth me to Roxandara. For years, the Kuros had been attempting to either conquer or wipe out the Fear dragons, and their close allies, the Poison dragons. They had been selling their warriors and poisons to the Arkeyans for decades, which in their hands, proved to be fatal to far too many of our kin. Finally, Maeldun saw a window: word had spread throughout Skylands that the Fear Patriarch’s daughter was coming of age, and needed a future husband to help her lead the flock. I was offered, as a peace offering and a bartering chip to secure the Aryos’s and the Paros’s loyalty. The Fear Patriarch accepted the terms, and a treaty was signed, as well as my ‘marriage license,’ if you will.

Maeldun could not know what his actions would cause. Rumors abounded that he was killed by one of the Arkeyan’s last vials of the Paros poison, and it is my firm belief that his death left Kurogh much more vulnerable to be swayed in Malefor’s favor.

You must understand, Gaea, that while we are bringers of darkness, that does not make all of us inherently evil. Ask any Kuros if they have a scrap of good in them, and they will deny it. But both my sire and dam taught me that while we normally do not have it in us to be a ‘good guy,’ there are times when the Kurosians were capable of great acts of kindness. Yes, they made mistakes; and yes, my people made mistakes, most notably Kurogh. But my people were strong, and they had a sense of purpose that was unlike any others. I am very proud to call myself a Kuros, even if I am a traitor to my slaughtered people….

Signed,
Asiirha Cnámhdubh

Kurosian Headcanon: Battle Songs

Before battle, the soldiers would build morale by singing in the guttural ancient Kurosian tongue.

Not only did it bring the soldiers closer to each other by calling upon Mara and bringing them a sense of unity, they would normally do it close enough to their enemies’ encampments that they could hear it. Often, the Kurosian songs would be the dirges for opposing armies, and instill fear in them just by the sheer power and harmony of the songs. Sometimes it would spurn some of the weaker minded ones into just giving up before the battles began on hearing it.

Males and females took part in the singing, and had varying ranges in pitch. There are various songs that pay homage and call upon the will of the Gods, although one of the more popular songs was ‘The Lay of Mahoura,’ which was led by the General and accompanied by the rest of the army.

Legend has it that the song might have been written by one of the first Kings of Kurosia, on the eve before the first conquest attempt by the Kurosians. It is said that he passed on after singing the song with his men, with the song still on his lips. Though no physical record exist of its origin, and though it is taught to all Kurosians in their youth, one of Kurosian blood need not be taught the words to know it down into their soul.

The Lay of Mahoura

Hear, mother of Love.
Your Children call thee!
Your sons and daughters,
Call ‘pon thy power.
Tie fast our hearts,
Thou our Mahoura.
E’er your Children,
E’er family true.

Mahoura, we call on thee;
To forge our minds and souls.
Guide us, Mother of All,
To dawn together.
Your Children forever,
Thou who hast carried,
Born and birthed,
All those before us.

Guide us, Mother of All.
Bind our souls to one,
That your love extend
To all that will come.
All Mother,
Protect and guide us.
Love cometh and end with thee,
From Our hearts as one.

(Stanza loosely based on Heyr himna smiður, an Icelandic hymn that translates to “Hear, Smith of heavens,” by Kolbeinn Tumason. Listen to the original song here!)

Lost Queen : It’s extremely rare for a King and Queen’s offspring become their successors, due to Kurosian hierarchy. Kurogh wasn’t related to the past king or queen, but he was the child of one of the warlords in Burdohk’s court. Royal offspring usually gained high places in the guard. In my years in Queen’s Military Training college, almost all of my teachers were the offspring of either Burgohk/Athrenna or the king and queen before them.

King Burdohk (pronounced Bur-Doke) was a very gruff, abrasive Brokt Kuros, his element had been earth. I only met him a handful of times, but I can still hear his loud voice to this day. He had one of those voices that carried through a room, he was just…loud, even when he wasn’t yelling. He often ranted about pride of our people, and how we should keep up our place as true bringers of darkness. He was quick to make war with others, but was also a fearsome, unstoppable force in battle. Sadly… he was slain in battle agains’t the nomadic Jackalope clains. He was a tank in battle, but a Jackalope assassin was able to sneak onto him and slip a knife into Burdohk’s throat.

Then there’s Queen Athrenna… oh the words I have for her. She was stunningly beautiful with a strong presence. She had a way of silencing a room just by standing still and quiet. When she did speak, she had a sweet, comforting voice; but stern, calculated. She always had an air about her that she was always one step ahead of you; and she was. Athrenna was fast and graceful, the way she moved was like her element; water. Athrenna was the very first Kurosian I saw when I escaped to Kurosia from Warfang. She had always been kind to me, but never put me above others. She wanted me to work for her respect, and did I ever. It is because of her I wanted to be Queen, and it is because of her I became one. 

She too died in battle; one that I fought at her side in. I… don’t like talking about it. I feel that I failed her when she was killed. I ignored my orders to keep fighting even if the Queen was slain in battle; I ran to her side.

She was the first Kurosian I ever saw… and I was her last.