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[b]True Name:[/b] Soumer Sault
[ [i]soʊ-MERR so[/i] ] [ ♂ ]

True Age: 22

[i][b]Soumer couldn't define himself by his face if he wanted to:[/b][/i] a resting scowl, a serious expression suspended regardless of time, space, and circumstance. It doesn't speak to his character, or any character, and the presumption he has nothing to offer is reinforced by non-charisma of his clothes — the sense that everything he wears is by coincidence — and the fact that he, quite often, has [i]nothing[/i] to offer, verbally; he's quiet. And when he does talk, it's with an accent laden thick, frankly ridiculous. [color=#BEBEBE][i]"Ees juss an idea. I-I can change eet eef ees not workeeng..."[/i][/color]

Presentation is all surface-level for Soumer who oftentimes has too much buzzing in his head to bother correcting you mispronouncing his name. He transferred to the states recently from 'Pridnestrovie,' which may or may not be a fictional world on its own, to settle that ceaseless creative spirit, and the Animation major has made himself fairly reputable at the local liberal arts college. Because, surprise, the ability to play into the background in charisma in itself. People like hearing their voices bounce off of someone else. Soumer can play parrot. He prefers pleasing everyone, which may not make him the greatest judge of character, but on the upside, it's earned him plenty of friends. 

If Soumer could change one thing about himself, it would be his tendency to let people walk over him. But, truthfully, he's mostly motivated by his core values and interests, and he certainly isn't opinionated. He tends towards ambivalence when a solution isn't obvious. His motto for debate: always, [i]always[/i] curb to the loudest voice, because they were paying the most attention.

All-in-all, Soumer's a good kid. He hasn't gotten drunk yet; he doesn't skip his classes; he [i]adores[/i] Western media, especially high fantasy; he was the guy in high school, back home, who carted his sketchbook with him wherever he went. Besides school, he works part-time at a game store where, between stocking shelves with increasingly fantastical wares and chatting with the regulars, he became infatuated with the tabletop experience, and even with the not-so-subtle tip-offs about his reputation, Soumer hopped on Craig's homebrew project as the Game Master was spreading the word. 

That evening, Soumer made only a meager contribution to the prototype, a character deemed so "OP" by the Game Master, they were allocated into an item slot, and they only got that far because of the lore Soumer had brought in as a bonus. The kid was "okay" with this, in the sense that he let it happen, then let his phone swallow his attention for the rest of the meeting. He became an extraordinary help as Craig's moral support — bobbing his head in approval with every ([i]every[/i]) new proposition while keeping a diligent eye on his Snap. From there going forward, too, he was a little less patient with being called "Summer." 
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[b]Character Name:[/b] [color=fff79a][b]King Testicules[/b][/color] (Romanized: 'Testicles') neé His Majesty Magmillion
[ [i]TEZ-tə-kleez[/i] ] [ ♂ ][/right]

[b]Age:[/b] 222. 

[i][b]In the olden times, when the power of the Pantheon was best pronounced,[/b][/i] a king ruled over the Sunderworld, and his kingdom was one that rejected the glory of the gods. [color=#BEBEBE]"Man ruleth man"[/color] rang the mantra across a gilded, subterranean society prided for its self-reliance and democracy. The king, Magmillion, was absolute ruler in name alone, voted in through council to lead it, for he had impressed the people with his feats on the surface world. He had been a soldier, then, but he perceived a wrongfulness to the conflict, and thus struck out on his own. He was a slayer of monsters, a rescuer of maidens, a peacekeeper — most importantly, a hero. More than anyone, he earned the crown. 

It would not last a lifetime. Sunderworld's doctrine had doomed itself; the gods took notice, and a representative disguised as a mortal approached the head of the council to coax faith. Magmillion was firm, and failed to see the warning in the visitor's tone. What followed was scathing punishment from above, a rapture of terrible, twisted, nightmarish beings. An insurgence that came and went, and with it, the Sunderworld: demolished. Everyone slain, including the king, who died in grief, regretful. 

The cliché: [color=#BEBEBE]"Heroes never die."[/color] Because Magmillion recognized his sin was his hubris. So, in his final moments, he prayed for possible redemption, succumbing to the deities' will to be revered. For the most part, they ignored him. One less-prolific immortal, however, took notice, and deferred Magmillion's demise as His Majesty's mortal form crumbled to remnant and bone. They would allow him to live this way, in this form, and allow him to wander the world anew, once again a great hero, as long as he maintained an unwavering belief in the gods.

And that was that; the rest may have well been history, setup for a wandering warlock on a convenient crash course with a party of ne'er-do-wells. But one does not simply cast magic [i]and[/i] wield a broadsword. The deity who reincarnated the great hero Magmillion would come to question His Majesty's relevance. Said deity, too, saw Magmillion's campaign as weak reinforcement for their newfound faith —- going around assisting those in need [color=#BEBEBE]"in the name of the gods."[/color]  Tacked on as it was, the immortal descended to test Magmillion's true intentions. And, of course, with the real Word of God having made His decision from the start, the impending trial was, in truth, a trap; the deity had all along been a minor trickster god on the fringes of the Pantheon and unrecoverable from the average person's memory. More specifically, he was the god of 'Sealing People Into Small Metal Objects for Indefinite Periods of Time.' 

So the once-mighty hero found himself turned ethereal, trapped in a tiny ring, characters etched along the band serving as his only means of messaging to the outside world, only able to emerge if the ring itself was discovered an donned. At the very least, a ruby lodged to its surface made it ostentatious enough to be noticed. Adding salt to the wound, the trickster god would erase the king's previous identity, and so it was the hero [i]Testicules[/i] who had been a king, and was, and still is, trapped inside a piece of jewelry. Word of God calls the fate befitting; it's darkly [i]humerus.[/i] 

The Great Hero Testicules went under a heavy nerf while restrained to his accessory which, for integrity, will be referred to as just [i]The Ring[/i] for now, at the risk of ruining a joke that's already not one of Craig's greatest. Regardless, this is what Testicules can do when he's summoned: 
[list][*][color=fff79a][b]Valour:[/b][/color] A boost in the physical, mental, or spiritual fortitude of The Ring's bearer, only in one of the three areas, and only one at a time. Effects last the duration they'd be expected to in a high-octane event or emergency. 
[*][color=fff79a][b]Remembrance:[/b][/color] Summons one five-foot broadsword that the magnificent and incorporeal Testicules naturally can't wield.  
[*][color=fff79a][b]Illuminate:[/b][/color]  An offensive spell, more or less a magical grenade launch: a radiant orb that follows an arc, then explodes outwards on contact.[/list]
As for the device that makes that summoning possible, The Ring is rumored in-universe to 'choose' an individual of pure heart as its wielder. The implication is that Testicules is conscious inside of the ring, and can pilot it around — that'll have to do.
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Contribution - [color=ed1c24][b]ANTAGONISTS[/b]: The Forgotten Pantheon[/color] - or: the Gods of such obscure, arbitrary, and irrelevant domains as to have naturally drifted out of public consciousness in the Place Holder universe. Unfortunate, because they are as powerful as any other literal deity, popular or otherwise; their collective loss of influence has only soured their tempers. Enough ill will has accumulated to prompt insurgence in the divine realm. Hence, the Forgotten Pantheon, a partition of assorted abtruse immortals, all banded together in favor of culling public favor. The fate of the hero Testicules is but one example of their method: [i]by any means necessary.[/i][/indent][/indent][/indent][/indent][hr][/hider]

That's done. Idk if it's just the glare of the text that's bothering me, but I feel like I could break up the paragraphs some more, 'differentiate' different parts visually? 

Sorry in advance if Testicules' lore reads like shit because I did not do a full read back 🙏  

Any questions, concerns from anybody, lmk