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| − | Squiggit the useless, Squiggit the pitiful, Squiggit the Mundane was the ugly duckling of his clan. His father a mythical Cobbler, able to shift forms and cast spells. His mother a Cobbler too, his brothers and sisters likewise, all 6 of them.
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| − | All of them creatures of myth and magic, folklore and fearful mumblings among the folks of isolated villages. But Squiggit was no cygnet in disguise, nope, he was every bit as painfully unremarkable as he appeared.
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| − | A mortal Goblin born to a family of creatures of magic. Squiggit the Mundane was the laughing stock you'd expect him to be. Not merely among the Cobblers, but the Bogies, and Boggarts, and Toadstools and all the like. They had no place for the powerless in their Fae games.
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| − | Squiggit took their malicious abuse in spades over his entire childhood. Then one day, having seen a raiding party of Brodkil, and knowing some small amount of their ways from observation he went in search of some of the head cans their strongest warriors seemed to have.
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| − | Everyone close by knew some small amount about the chop shops and the neurodocs they took everyone from the pathetic to the powerful and made them Titans! They gave powers the likes of which mortals could not comprehend. Power enough to drive men mad, but Squiggit was no mere man. He knew his superior will could hold off any deleterious effects.
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| − | So he gathered up his family's treasures, veils of tears, cloaks of spider's silk, spears of moonlight and took these wonders to a Cyberdoc of some iffy repute to trade for his elevation to godhood!
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| − | Sure enough he was transformed. Serving in a local army some time insulated him from the worst of reprisals from his Fae kin, but they always found some way to spite him. He in turn added to his growing journal of grudges against their entire kind.
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| − | When the Juicer Uprising happened he found himself with a golden opportunity, his employer wished him to sell the wonders of M.O.M to those burning out on the Juice. To say it did not go according to plan would be an understatement.
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| − | To say Squiggit's useful contributions to matters were sabotaged by his elder brother Mergit, 6th son of a 7th son (yes he insists on that ridiculous title) would be an understatement.
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| − | Mortal affairs mattered nothing to the Fae and they would happily see them die to bring their errant sibling begging back to them like he ought to. But in the massive death toll Squiggit was able to Disguise himself as a human child and flee the entire messy scene.
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| − | Now finding what work he can under his usual alias of Simon the City Rat urchin he has stumbled onto quite the plum job for a genius Techno Wizard who saw immediately through his facade to the cunning beneath it.
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| − | Digging up some human junk for money? Easy life…
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| | ==Stats== | | ==Stats== |
