C!Graham Origin

Seanne threw some popcorn into his mouth as he watched the human’s adventures on this earth planet. They didn’t have as much magic as The Material plain, and nowhere near as much as the Faewilds, it they tried their best to contain the weird stuff they found and stop the public from finding out. He didn’t agree with that choice, but they were fun to watch none the less. He couldn’t wait for the day they failed and everyone found out. That was going to be so much fun! Besides, the humans there were so much more fun sometimes. They couldn’t resurrect eachother so death actually had meaning! It made them fight all the harder in every fight. There was one human in particular he was interested in at the moment. A man name Graham Bryne. The poor boy wanted to be a hero, like in the fairy tales. Shame his world was too boring for that. He was also one of the few humans there who knew the sting of death. He had been cloned over and over again and put in the new bodies. He went through this 57 times. He was absolutely ravaged by this, although he luckily had his girlfriend to help him through. An entertaining girl named Janelle Finlin. She made a melon launcher once, that brought him a lot of enjoyment to watch. Of course, during the clone fiasco Seanne couldn’t help but take a little prize for himself. The feminine looking man with black butterfly wings fluttered over to the statue stand, where Graham stood in adventurer’s clothes. There was a tattoo that said GB59 on this forearm. Seanne smiled. “Ah graham, the real you might not get a chance to be a hero, but you will. When? I’m not sure. Maybe a few decades, maybe next week, who knows?” He laughed as he fluttered back to watch the humans

A few months later he was watching Graham and the others as usual, giving the memories he copied from the real Graham into the clone. And then, he saw Ville sink the needle into Janelle’s neck. He gasped and straightened himself out from his lying down flight. ”No! She made things so fun! And her and Graham had plans, they were going to work at her shop together!” He pouted and crossed his arms. “Damn God always ruining my fun with his greater plan.” He fluttered over to the clone Graham. “Let’s stop the memory flow here. I don’t want you to go into the world with that burden.” Just as he said this a beep sounded from his magical monitors. He tilted his head curiously and floated over.  On it he saw a familiar looking girl with pale skin in an empty field slowly coming to from unconsciousness. Seanne grinned. “Oh. OH! This just got a lot more interesting!” He started rummaging around his dwelling, digging through drawers. “Oh Graham, the poor lady is like a princess! A princess without her dashing knight to protect her! Who knows when some monster will swoop in and kill her!? Luckily I just happen to have a knight on hand! Dammit, where is that sword!? Ah screw it!” He pulls a rusty pistol out of a drawer and blew on it a few times before test firing it. It shot most of the bullet out. He shrugged. “Good enough!” he wrapped Graham’s fingers around the gun. “Are you ready for your first adventure?! I hope so because you don’t have a say in it!” He tapped Graham’s forehead as he murmured a few words and the memories he was gifted receded to the darkest corners of his mind. "And now... bibbity, bobbity, boop!" He slammed the palm of his hand against Graham's forehead, sending him flying back.

Graham woke with a start, that feeling feeling coming over him. He sat up quickly, the inklings of what just happened fading from his mind. "What the hell, where am I?" He looked around at the wooden walls and the nightstand next to him. On the nightstand there was a rusty old pistol. He picked it up and turned it over in his hand a few times before tucking it into the convenient holster on his hip like it was second nature. He headed down the inn steps and sat down at the bar. The barkeep walked over to him and she smiled at him. "Did you sleep well hun?" He smiled back, although he wasn't sure why. "Well enough, nothing quite compares to a bed back home right?" She nodded. "You like a glass of water to help you wake up?" "I would love a glass of water, thank you." As she walked away his mind raced. ~Alright, I'm pretty decent at talking to people, good to know. What the hell do I do? I don't remember a damn thing about myself, and I only vaguely know about the world around me. I don't have much money, I could feel that much. I need money. I have a gun, so I should be a pretty good shot, hopefully. Maybe I could sell myself out? I need to find out who the hell I am, so moving around will help with that. Maybe someone will recognize me. May-~ The glass hit the table in front of him, interrupting his train of thought. "So hun, what brings you to our little town?" He took a sip, having not noticed how thirsty he was. "Just passing through. Looking for adventuring work." She gave a knowing look. "Ah, should have known from the look. Not much of that work around here, try the next town over though. They're always getting into trouble." "Thanks for the tip, trouble is my business." He tossed her a silver that she caught. "Well aren't you a treat?" She said as she headed off to talk to the other customers. He finished off his drink and was about to turn to get up when someone sat down at the stool next to him. She had a slight confused look about her. She had long jet black hair that contrasted her near paper white skin and her rust brown eyes stuck out on her face. He couldn't help but feel a slight nagging feeling as he looked at her. After a moment she turned to look at him since he had kind of been staring. He grinned a happy grin. "Hey there, the name's Graham." He stuck out a hand for her to shake.