I was recently looking through some of the most popular topics on the boards and realized that people generally enjoy it when someone gives back to the community. MOCs and art had been done, but I knew I wasn't close to competent in creating content like that. However, I've been told I can write a good story, so I decided to give back to the community by creating origin stories for some of the members. If you would like to have an origin made for you, just tell me in a reply. If you want a certain tone or point of view, let me know there, too. First up is the origin of @Risebell
Risebell arose from his slumber, the bright light of the sun overhead burnt his pale skin. It had been long since his last awakening. He pulled his body up from the field where it had laid for so long, and then proceeded to walk towards town. He stumbled into a the nearest gas station and picked up a hat and a pair of aviator sunglasses to block the scorching sun. The cashier gave him an odd look as he scanned the items and handed them back to him.
“How’s your day been, sir?” the worker asked.
“Hot,” Risebell mumbled.
“It’s been hot today. A lot hotter since the last time I awoke.”
“Yeah, it was pretty chill yesterday.”
“I wouldn’t know. The last time I woke up was three hundred years ago,” Risebell stated as he grabbed the goods a walked out the door. The cashier just watched him in shock as he crossed ongoing traffic.
Risebell only arose from his slumber every few centuries, in the world’s greatest times of need. Risebell’s alien mind knew exactly what the problem was: there were too few quality TTV Message Board members. It was his destiny to change that.
The King of Capes, overlord Nyran, stepped down from his glittering golden throne to walk amongst his kneeling subjects. Today was the anniversary of his total conquering of the world, which he had united under one banner. Only the best workers had survived his purging of the peasants. However, he noticed that one of his servants was missing. He motioned to a guard to search the palace.
“Excuse me my gracious overlord,” an elderly woman said weakly. Nyran spun around.
“Did I ask you to speak?” he asked.
“I am sorry, Master Nyran, I-” she paused in the middle of the sentence. Nyran gave her a confused look and then he noticed why she had stopped. He turned around to see a smiling man in golden armor smiling at him. Before he could unleash his powers, the man grabbed hold of Nyran and pushed a button on a device in his hand. The world spun around them until it had completely changed. The man had turned back time for both of them. Nyran tried to fight back but he found that his powers had been drained. The idiot next to him was still smiling.
“Who are you?” he asked.
“Booster. I’m from the future, and I need you to do something for me.”
“What?” Boster handed him a smart phone. It displayed a website sign-up. “Is this some kind of joke?” Nyran questioned.
“Nope. I live in a future where you don’t join these message boards, and lemme tell ya’, it certainly ain’t pleasant.”
“You promise you’ll take me back to my empire later?”
“Yes,” Booster replied as Nyran entered and email and password. Soon he was reading through the rules. Booster chuckled. This was the beginning of a legacy.
Pirean stumbled around the rocky slopes of Ko-Wahi. He pulled out an ice pick he had picked up in a nearby village and used it to secure his hold on the wall. When he plunged the metal into the ice, he felt it strike something hard. He pulled the pick out to search the hole, and found a strange device. He struck the solid ice several more times and the glossy technology fell out. He grabbed it just before it tumbled off the side. He turned it on to find instructions for joining something called a ‘message board’. He’d never heard of something like that before, but he decided to just roll with it and followed the directions. After he had spent some time on it, he continued on his journey to the peak. After the treacherous climb was over he set up a tent and retreated to it for the night. The day’s recreation had been difficult, but this ‘website’ as it was called, seemed pretty entertaining.