I come from an alternate reality that I will refer to as "Dragonworld. Humans of Dragonworld are physically the same as the humans from Guild city, but with the interesting capability to use powerful magic. This is a bit abstract, as are the magical abilities of dragonworlders, odd, unique, and rather eccentric abilities.

Both of my arms are electronic replacements. The arms are outfitted with manaflow circuits, which allows me to control the arms more fluidly, as well as continue use of elemental magics.

I am able to see past the barrier of this reality, and into alternate worlds.

This is an extension of "4th Eye", allowing me to take any item from this reality, and swap it for an alternate reality version of it, though, I have to swap an object with an alternate reality version of that object being swapped by an alternate reality version of me. Does that make any sense? No? Well, basically, I have to coordinate with alternate versions of myself to exchange versions of an object across dimensions.

From what I can tell, this ability was a one time use, but I'll put it here anyway. This ability allows me to warp to another reality, swapping places with another version of myself.

I am unable to die of natural causes, such as old age, hunger, or disease. Basically, the only way to kill me is to ram a blade into my chest until I die, like normal.

I was born on Dragonworld, and lived out my early life until I found out I could see through the boundries of reality, and I think I became obsessed with everywhere but Dragonworld. There wasn't much to like about Dragonworld anyway, as the world was obviously dying, and the gods of that place were panicking, and many believed they were going to freeze the world in time so that they could preserve it forever.

Luckily, almost like some sort of Deus Ex Machina, on the last day before the world would be frozen, I let loose an unimaginable amount of reality-warping energy, and swapped places with a version of me from Guild City. I kind of felt sorry for that guy. I decided to ask around, and figure out who Guild City's version of me was, and it turned out that I was a petty thief who had a gang. I no longer felt sorry for that guy.

So, I took "my" gang to the police, turned them in, and went on my way. Over the next few weeks, I had met up with several eccentric individuals with abilities as odd as mine, including a guy who summoned women, a guy who rolled magical dice, a weird shapeshifter, and the embodiment of the color grey, as well as a few others that I can't exactly remember. We formed a vigilante team, and fought against evil for a few years, eventually becoming famous for our actions.

At some point, we had to go up against a massive threat, the greatest evil that Guild City had ever faced at that point. This threat was grand demonic lich, a powerful archmage who was more powerful than even I was at that point. This evil monster was known as "Jason." We fought Jason for 7 days and 69 nights (don't ask, it's complicated), and eventually defeated him. In the end, I lost both of my arms, and we all lost most of our moral. Our love of fighting evil was gone, since dealing with a dick like Jason was just a hassle.

In exchange for our efforts, we each were given one wish. I wished for immortality, of course, and ended with the inability to die by natural causes, referred to as "Mahz's gift of life" or something. Basically, I got half of what I asked for. I don't really remember what my allies wished for, but I'm pretty sure it was just mundane stuff... or maybe their gifts were washed away by the time loop.

Oh yes, the time loop. This was probably the straw that broke the camel's back, and turned us into the oldfucks. Some of my allies got stuck in this time loop, sucked into it by some force that I cannot recall. They reappeared much later, somewhere between 10, and 10,000 years later, seeming to have lost the ability to age. I haven't talked to them about Mahz's gift since then.

Those of us that didn't enter the time loop stopped fighting crime, and became the Oldfuck, a bunch of grumpy old heroes that got fucked over by their circumstances. And I have been one ever since. Now, I just sit at the Oldfuck base in General Interest Checks, doing fuckall about my life.