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Those were the first words Bud ever heard said to Bud, not counting the people protesting Bud’s assault of a lobster tank.  The speaker of these words was a semi-local fisherman who happened to supply this restaurant with fish.  For some reason, this fisherman decided to take in the 8 foot tall metal robot that he watched punch a bunch of lobsters to death.  Bud never learned his name, mostly because Bud was only home for 6 days, but that man became Bud’s father.  Bud  learned to fish, something that sated the need to bring order to the world, a need Bud didn’t particularly understand.  It mostly manifested in the form of hating the ocean and fish.  This fact, and the latent magical powers, made Bud and incredible fisher.  After 6 days Bud’s father sent the robot away to prevent overfishing because wow shooting lightning into a lake to get the fish was getting way too many fish.  Day 7 of Bud’s life was when the incident occurred.  While riding the magic motorcycle Bud was teleported to fuck knows where to help some kid.  As a fellow child, Bud said sure!  Things only got more zany from there.  Now Bud has a giant owl as a child, a giant fish friend (Milton will be the only oceanic being spared), a brother named Pal (See no one has explained how siblings work to Bud).  Not totally clear on this one, but it’s likely Bud also invented stage fighting.

Abandoned on a road leading to an Orc settlement by a Grung parent who didn’t want him, Snrukak the Powerful was found and raised by the settlement.  The orcs never had the heart to tell him the truth of his origin, and so he still believes himself to be an Orc, just quite small.  Regardless of his stature  Snrukak would never hesitate to leap into action and prove his might.  With his powerful froggy legs, a gift from the great god Gruumsh, he could travel paths no other Orcs could follow.  When he came of age (See Grung maturity: 1 years old) he insisted on becoming a warrior.  Unable to wield most weapons due to his size he improvised.  Taking a rod and breaking the tip off to make a pointy end he mastered the “blade” and became dangerous in his own regard.  When he was four years old a great was cast over his life, the truth came out.  In a skirmish with some bandits one particularly loud one mocked them for brining a pet frog to the fight.  Enraged by the insult Snurkak dove into battle intent on taking the mans head.  As the battle ended his words haunted him, and in a dream his origin was revealed.  Confused and afraid of the truth Snrukak turned to Gruumsh for guidance, he never expected to receive a reply.  In a vision Gruumsh showed him the events the lead to him living with the Orcs, but he gifted Snurkak something as well.  Awakening inside the shrine Snrukak had gained magical abilities, and with this gift he knew what his purpose was.  Casting aside all doubt he set out into the world, determined to spread the word of Gruumsh and become a worthy enough servant to become one of his blessed eyes.  Four years ago he was abandoned as Snurkak, a lowly no one.  Today he became Snurkak the Powerful, an Arcane Trickster/ Merchant.  More so a Rogue than a Merchant he is incredibly non-personable.

Brought onto the earth with the singular purpose of opening a portal into hell and allowing armies of demons to take over, Arnold got a little lost.  Summoned a half mile away from a drive in theater and abandoned by the summoners, Arnold wandered prepared to destroy.  Arriving at the theater prepared to rip and tear, Arnold paused in fear.  Playing on the massive screen was Terminator 2, on the screen was one Arnold Schwarzenegger blasting shotgun shells into whatever other robot was called.  Unaware of what the fuck a movie, Arnold believed humanity had that on its side and became dedicated to studying the defenses of the earth.  After a few months of drifting and discreetly watching movies to learn more information, Arnold was taken in by some teenagers.  They gave Arnold Doom to play to and learn from.  By Arnold’s fifth year on earth, the ending the world plan was forgotten.  No longer naive to it’s ways and afraid of the defenses of the planet, Arnold had fallen in love with having fun.  Now Arnold attends college on a full ride basketball scholarship, since being eight feet tall and having four arms makes you the best fucking player in the world.  In a mere four years Arnold hopes to graduate with a degree in Film Studies and Media production and move to Hollywood.  Of course, if all the fucked up things at this college have anything to say about it there might still be an apocalypse.

Major WIP: They’re a street kid all grown up, kind of.  They lived with Teryn for years after showing up all of a sudden.  They don’t know much about their own past and Teryn never cared to pry.  The two had each others backs through anything life could throw at them.  Teryn could talk them out of most situations, but Jain never hesitated to swing on anyone.  As far as Jain was concerned life couldn’t get better.  This of course meant it could only get worse.  When a priest bashed them upside the head and nabbed Teryn things got much worse.  When they came to Jain chased after them, a whole day behind and on foot made it impossible to catch up.  Angry and alone they kept up the pursuit, scavenging in the forest as the followed the trail.  Finally they reached their destination, a temple carved into the face of a mountain.  Fighting their way in Jain found him.  In a bright flash of light, being held down by guards, Jain lost Teryn again.  They were alone in the world again, having failed to protect their only friend twice now.  In a fit of unbridled fury they fought anything that came their way, and by some chance they ran into some unexpected allies.  Joining a banner less army they replaced the soldiers they’d killed in the rage.  With a single goal in mind they fought for the warrior-king who’d taken them in.  His promise fueled their warpath, “Conquer this world with me, and no place can stay hidden from us.”

Aka Hadrian Alyvento, at this point it’s less of a secret identity and ended being more real than Vyth.  Children of war aren’t destined for an easy life, especially when the parents are on opposite sides.  Born a half-elf to a monk of the north and a lieutenant of the elven empire.  Not being a full blooded elf meant Vyth had to go north, but they couldn’t go as Vyth.  Instead Hadrian was born, an orphan of war found by a monk returning home.  Hadrian joined the monastery, it was unclear if this was an act of kindness or a means to bind him.  He could never reveal the truth of Vyth, at first he thought it was to protect him.  When he sacrificed his arms to save a child he learned a hard lesson.  The high monks discovered Hadrian was not who he’d claimed to be and demanded answers.  He confessed, every truth to expunge the lie that was his life he gave up.  His father denied it all, accusing Vyth of being a spy from the empire and having them thrown onto the street.  Cast out of the only home they had and newly disabled they hid on the streets.  Resentment filled every waking moment of their life.  They wanted revenge for a life stolen from them.  These feelings manifested into a physical force, things moving away from them in fits of rage, gusts of wind from nowhere.  They didn’t notice the effect of their rage, but they were noticed.  A being from the Astral plane felt them and was intrigued, so it reached out.  At first Vyth was afraid of this being, it’s very existence was impossible to understand.  Soon though they began to learn from it, even if it was unintentional.  They learned to harness this power, and shape it.  They left the city and trained, learned to thrive with this power.  When they were ready they’d return for vengeance.  First they had to live out a good chunk of Dragon Age: Inquisitions story though as they got yanked out of the apocalypse the world became somehow idk the dm didn’t tell me about that.   

You ever think, “Damn I’m not a good construction boss and my guitar riffs aren’t tight as hell”?  Then you’re not Rolee you fucking loser.  We’re talking a goblin, standing at an even three feet tall, and is only afraid of a quiet crowd.  Going to the bardic college of valor was a little difficult, thankfully dragons are willing to make loans if you impress them enough.  Finishing up school and heading out Rolee ended up in Karouva, the gigs there paid well thanks to it’s port, sailors always tip well.  This was alright money but she’d need more to pay off those loans, so she hit the streets.  Somehow she ended up on a construction crew, even more surprising though, she was damn good at that.  After about five years of working for inept idiots, she made her own business.  Some might call Rolee the luckiest goblin alive, they might be right sure, but she was also damn good at what she did.  Running your own business doesn’t leave much free time, but she managed to get to the bars every now and again to play shows.

Life is never easy, you don’t have to be an outcast to know that.  In Destrias case it certainly helped speed up the learning process though.  Being born with a cursed mark emblazoned on her neck was all the warning her parents needed.  They dropped her in the woods, hoping it would at least be an easy end for her.  Unfortunately for so many people, being cursed came with some benefits.  She could exert her will over other living things, a chain would form around their necks to match her mark.  With a whole forest of creatures to help her grow Destria became strong.  By the time she was fifteen she was eight feet tall, her power of control grew too, she could bind people now too.  They weren’t much harder than animals, the same needs just disguised by evolution.  She returned home at the age of twenty.  The townspeople fled at her sight, a ten foot tall monster that came from the wilds.  Her mother knew, not some motherly instinct for the child she abandoned, but a nagging feeling that never went away.  A feeling that burst when it’s source was before her, the what if she always wished was just a nightmare.  Destria didn’t care for either of her parents, their lives meant nothing to her.  The other children they had are why she returned, a pull from deep in her chest lead her to them.  Seven all together now that she was home.  She consumed them, and reveled in the power they granted her.  With her family taken care of, she set out to complete a mission he entire being was compelled to do.  Her first priority was seeking out the root of her mark, binding scholars let her take their knowledge, and she knew his name.  Mephestophles, the demon she would be an Avatar to.  Her next plan was already mostly done, she ripped the knowledge of him from the minds  of the world.  Unknown to all she worked, laying the foundations to a plan that would take centuries to come to fruition.  As time passed her body became old, more monstrous, she’d have to find new methods of traversing the world.  The answer came to her on upon an accidental return home, family.  It was hard to find hosts good enough for them, they were her now too.  Thanks to her binding magic she tied their souls to her own, through them she could work faster.  She altered their minds, taking the memories of who they were and replacing them with ones to convince them of her cause.  All lies are rooted in truth of course, they were given parts of her own soul to form the link.  Her fear, magical prowess, cunning, duty, hope, and ambition.  Her mind began to fray with these new eyes and bodies.  The others sealed her, slumbering beneath the key to her plan.  The other only knew a small piece of it of course, but she would be free from this curse.  With that freedom, she would a new world.  A fair and easy one.