Mixaku, the shaman of earth and stone,
From the Tribal Lands he has grown,
Crafting jewelry with expert hands,
Studying ancient lore in tribal lands.

His eyes, a mesmerizing purple hue,
Gaze upon the world with wisdom true,
His skin, an earthy brown and bold,
Tattoos mark him as a shaman, foretold.

In City of Towers, he now resides,
A place where new challenges reside,
Though some may judge and discriminate,
Mixaku stays strong and never abates.

He practices martial arts with grace,
An expert metalworker, he sets the pace,
And with gems, he cuts with skill,
An artist with a craftsman’s will.

But his true gift, a power untold,
Control over earth and stone, behold!
Creating and manipulating golems with ease,
A power few can ever hope to seize.

Recently, he faced his own darkness true,
Confronting it with strength and virtue,
Shattering the mirror that held his fears,
Mixaku is now stronger, with fewer tears.

A journey of self-improvement, he begins,
With personal growth as his heart wins,
Mixaku, the shaman of earth and stone,
A humanoid with a spirit all his own.