"what did you expect Styx, a dwarf with floppy ears?"
Ryvir, a scientist and clone of styx given his own personality. It all starts off with a kind and curious soul, a hand reached out to him when he was nothing but a simple, mindless rakash.
Ryvir was taken in and named by a scientist who went by the name Dr. Revenant. This scientist had no heir to speak of and had grown very very ill, so to fill the void in his last days he took in a rakash, which he later named Ryvir.
Revenant would read stories to Ryvir, the rakash cuddled up and curled against the scientists side as he followed along with the stories. It was all children's stories, stories of damsels in distress, great heros, and dragons who needed slaying. It was when Ryvir had called Revenant "father" that the scientist had truley seen how unique this goblin was.
So no longer did he consider this goblin another "rakash," but rather a child he had to grow. He would let Ryvir take turns reading books, teach him how to read and take care of himself when he had to go on a business trip. (or rather a trip to a healer to cure himself of his plague.)
One day there came another scientist much within the rank of our own Revenant. This was the first time within the year that he had Ryvir, that he had guests over.
Ryvir, wanting to make his father proud had offered a pint of beer to the guest, only to have a scoff and backhand in return. Revenant yelled at the scientist to leave his house and never return, and explained to Ryvir that to others... He was nothing but a rat.
But Ryvir had no problem with this. He had his father... Or so he thought.
Time came for the scientists passing. He puts a headpiece with wires sticking out of it and a piece of quartz where it sits on the forehead. Revenant had his own machine headpiece, but amber sat at the forehead.
"Ryvir... I cannot stay long enough to watch you grow... But I can't leave you here with nothing from me other than a few stories. So, to give you the best chance at life, I give you my mind. Remember me, son."
He strapped the goblin to a table, watching the rakash sit comfortably, trusting this scientist with his life. The scientist laid flat down on a table next to the goblin... And pulled a string connected to a lever.
The screams of the poor rakash could be heard as the power of quartz surged through his mind, memories he never experienced flowed through his brain...
Ryvir awoke, looking at his passed father. His mind was reborn, and his eyes glowed as blue as the quartz used on him. He slowly unhooked the headpiece and caressed his father's cheek.
"this death will not be in vain. I I'll continue your work."
