Fractures in a Dying World
Race: Night Elf Mohawk (A gnome with a purple mohawk)
Icon Relationship: – Dragon Empress (she interned him), + Prince of Shadows (fighting against Empire, +/- Last Prophet (he offers salvation from the Empire, but how can the Gods exist if his parents died?)
OUT: Attempted to save a princess who was transformed into a tapeworm by an evil witch by kissing her, but ended up accidently swallowing her, inadvertently fulfilling a prophecy in which it was foretold they would be forever together, but not in a way either of them intended.
Bio-Cursed at birth with loving parents and a normal childhood, Seymour was tormented at a young age with absolute normality. Everything was good for him, nothing ever went wrong. His life was perfect, perfectly average. He had acceptable grades, the average number of friends, and his father spanked him the socially acceptable number of times. Even his name was average. Born John Doe, he desired more. When the time came for him to be sold into his perfectly average and totally legal unpaid internship (for life) in order to provide for his starving sister after the Empire attacked and killed his parents in the Good Times before the War and when he realized that he was the One who was Chosen by the Man to Bring BALANCE to the … the … the… to BRING BALANCE. Anyway, when chained to the bench of the galley he was rowing (ironic because he’s in a galley in the middle of a desert) John Doe noticed the guard was asleep right next to him. Reaching over, he grabbed the key off the guard and escaped the confines of the galley, illegally violating the terms of the internship of which he was volunteered into against his will. He escaped onto a massive butte, and when he looked around as far as his eyes could see he was surrounded by buttes. So many buttes. Inspired, he decided to take a new name for himself to mark the new chapter in his life and see more buttes. From an average man was born a legend. As a wise man once said, some men are born great while others have greatness thrust upon them. Seymour thrust himself into the buttes as hard as he could and plunged so deep into the wilderness the Empire couldn’t find him. Hounded by the Empire’s Happiness Enforcers and Internship Supervisors, he exists precariously on the outskirts of civilization in the Wasteland, relying on stealth to eke out a living.