Pumpkin Skull Shaman (Teyoc) (Pre Supported)

Long ago, in a remote village nestled near the edge of an ancient forest, there lived a powerful shaman named Teyoc. Known for his deep connection with the spirits of nature, Teyoc was both revered and feared by the villagers. His wisdom could heal the sick, summon rain for crops, and even ward off evil forces lurking in the dark woods. But his power came with a warning: never tamper with the natural balance of life and death.

One autumn, a terrible drought swept through the village, withering crops and threatening famine. Desperate, the villagers begged Teyoc to intervene, to summon magic more powerful than ever before. Against his better judgment, he agreed. He ventured deep into the forest, seeking the ancient spirits that governed the seasons. But when they refused to bend to his will, Teyoc, driven by the cries of his starving people, performed a forbidden ritual—a spell to steal the power of life from the land itself. The ritual worked, but at a terrible price. The skies darkened, and a violent wind ripped through the forest, uprooting trees and shaking the earth. A great curse fell upon Teyoc, binding his soul to the very thing he had tried to control. His body twisted and contorted, his face hollowing out until it resembled a macabre pumpkin skull. His skin turned a sickly orange, and vines snaked around his limbs, rooting him to the ground like a cursed harvest.

The villagers, horrified by the sight of their once-beloved shaman, banished him to the outskirts of the village. But Teyoc did not perish. Instead, he became something far worse: an eternal guardian of the fields he had once tried to save.

Now, every autumn, as the crops grow ripe and the harvest moon rises, the cursed shaman haunts the farmland. His hollow eyes glow with an eerie light, and whispers of ancient incantations drift through the wind, warning those who wander too close to his domain. Farmers speak of sightings—his gnarled pumpkin skull towering above the corn, watching from the shadows, waiting for anyone foolish enough to disturb the land’s delicate balance.

Some say Teyoc is not truly evil, but a tragic spirit bound to protect the natural world he once sought to control. Others believe he seeks revenge on those who pushed him to defy the ancient laws. But all agree on one thing: when the wind howls through the fields, and the moon casts an orange glow over the land, it’s best to leave the fields alone.

For the Pumpkin Skull Shaman still roams, forever haunting the harvest he could never save.