Haitian
Legacy Name: Haitian

Haitian Creole language- a language spoken in Haiti by about eight million people, which is nearly the entire population [...] The language is notable for being the most widely spoken creole language in the world. -Wikipedia

Those were the days. Or more correctly, the nights. The nights when the dark streets sang. When the bars were crowded for those who played on stage. When the music was so hot it seared your soul and left you renewed. This was when Jazz Was King.

Haitian was in the center of it. He was as much a part of it as it was a part of him. A young and upcoming trumpet player, he lived for the night. He loved to play more than anything else. He was a self taught musician and played by heart rather than by instruction. People said he had talent, and that he would go places.

And that was his downfall. When people speak like that, someone ends up listening. A woman from the bayou heard that he was supposed to be good and decided to go see him. She was smitten immediately. But Haitian wasn't interested. The why isn't important, he simply was not interested and so rejected her.

But he made a grave mistake. The young woman was a bayou witch and not one who took rejection well. In her fury she poisoned his coffee with a potion of her own making. It killed Haitian while on stage but it also allowed her to bring it back to life after she stole the body from the graveyard.

Haitian was now a zombie though he retained the mental processes that he had in life. He was aware of what happened and tried to lash out at the woman in rage. She however had completely control over him. No longer was she interested in him romantically, no, this was now about her wounded pride. He became a slave to her out deep in the bayou.

Years past. Haitian was often sent to gather ingredients or escort those who wanted his owner's services. But her control over him was waning, she was becoming more arrogant, more egotistical. He never submitted in spirit and every time he heard jazz he regained more of himself. Finally, he found her control over him nearly vanished, though she did not seem to realize. He grabbed one of her brass candlesticks used during her spells and snuck up on her. The blow to the back of her head nearly did her in. She tried to fight back, but she was dazed and weak. Haitian overpowered and beat her to death, and tossed her body to the crocodiles. He was free.

But then something happened. He felt power run through his body, spells settling in his mind, and words and rituals suddenly making sense. He did not know but when someone kills a witch, her powers and abilities are transferred to the killer. Such murders are common among the greedy and ambitious. So now Haitian had become a powerful bayou witchdoctor.

He took this power gladly, having nothing else. He salvaged what objects he could and destroyed the old bayou hut. He found a place were the city and bayou met to set up home and shop, which he has taken to call The Mystic Trumpet. Close enough to be cosmopolitan, but far enough away to retain that air of mystery. He walks the streets of the city, eying those who might be interested in his services. He freely advertises himself as a witchdoctor but keeps it a secret that he is already dead. He will perform any hex or blessing as long as you are willing to pay the price.

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Haitian is a tall slender keeto of the graveyard color. His pelt is different shades and covered in stitches. He claims these to be paint to better fit the witchdoctor image. He always wears a crisp and clean white suit with matching fedora. He also carries a walking stick headed with a skull. He is charismatic and charming but definitely has a harsh and sinister side, from years of angry slavery. His only other interest is jazz. He still plays his trumpet when the mood hits.