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I once drank a whole gallon of milk in a whole day and I could feel my bones expand. At first I thought I was just full from the milk, but my skin started to form stretch marks and I was visibly wider. I didn't know what was happening but I had an uncontrollable urge to drink more milk. I drove into the nearest gas station and literally ripped the door off the rifrigerated section containing the milk.
I started chugging gallon after gallon of milk standing right there in the store, my skin ripping at the seams. The cashier ran over to stop me but I swatted him aside and in one clean blow he landed across the room, shattering every bone in his pathetic meat suit. There was nothing left of him but a wet bloody puddle deprived of structure. I never thought I had it in me to kill but by now I had ascended beyond petty morality.
As I finished my eighth gallon it felt as though my stomach would rupture. My ribs broke out of my chest like a baby xxenomorph. My finger bones had grown through my hands a white nub could be seen protruding from my nose. My face was so stretched over my now massive skull I looked like Jenny McCarthy. My biceps and muscles were hard and calcified. My boner now had a bone.
I finished my twelfth gallon and began screaming and flexing, my skin tearing around my robust skeletal frame. With one final push I shed my meat chrysalis. I was free.
I didn't even use the door I simply walked out the wall of the gas station. Mortar and stone yielded to my mighty calcium. The cops were already there. In terror they began firing at me but even lead is no match for calcium. I walked straight toward one, reached down his throat and pulled his skeleton from his flesh sheath. With his bone I assembled a mighty claymore sword. With a single swing I cleaved the Earth in twain and descended into the inky black. Here I wait until the time I'm called into service for the great skellington war.

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@VitaVitaAR forget about it
Good answer. I've been playing fallout 4 and it annoys the hell out of me. Really took the "roleplaying" out of roleplaying game.

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Hi. Welcome to the Guild. What's your favorite fallout game?
Heck gonna fuckin die isn't he
A prophecy? Hector hadn't heard it, but from the look of the mark on his hand he guessed he was part of it. And it looked like he would have to wait to get more information later at the big house. He was equal parts excited and worried as he sat down to eat his meal, uncertain of what might await him. He was soon joined at his table by another son of Tyche, his friend Milo.

"Heck, you're finally awake!" Milo teased as he sat shoulder to shoulder with Heck. "Did you see what happened?"

"No. Because someone didn't wake me today." Milo shoved him over a little in his seat in reply. "Did you happen to catch it?"

"Yeah, a prophecy. And I think they mentioned Luck, maybe they meant one of us."

Hector said nothing, and instead held his hand out to Milo to show off his mark.

"It's you!" Milo gasped, grabbing at Hector's wrist. "Can't believe it!" Suddenly, the excitement in his face faded into concern. "Hey, they said 'Luck shall suffer defeat' or something like that."

"Shut up, you're kidding." Hector spat, again shoving Milo.

"No, I'm serious. Luck shall suffer defeat as two sides of the same coin meet."

Hector went silent. The excitement of being part of a prophecy quickly vanished when he considered the fact that one of the lines might directly refer to his own demise. He put down his food and grabbed his necklace tight in his fist. Sensing a change in tone, Milo stood up from the table and put his hand on Hector's shoulder.

"Hey, prophecies are always vague and full of double meanings. We don't really know what it means." Milo said, reassuringly. Hector said nothing back to him, his gaze focused onto the table. "I'll make an offering to mom for you. You should do the same, huh? We're children of Tyche, things will turn out right for us in the end."

Hector thought on it for a while after Milo left. He was right, things would turn out okay for him. Right? He stood up from the table and took the rest of his meal to offer to Tyche. He bowed his head to show respect for the gods, and went on his way towards the big house where he would wait for Chiron and the rest of the chosen.
Decided to fit my lack of knowledge of the events prior it would make sense to make my character just as out of the loop lol
Ah, sorry. I thought I had explained that he had literally hit his head when he died. So he just doesn't recall. If it's a problem I can edit accordingly, or even just scrap the character entirely.
Hector (Heck) O'Brien

Hector woke up later than usual, having been up wandering the camp the night before. His half-siblings, the other children of Tyche, had already left the cabin without him. He sat up in his bunk and rubbed the sleep out of his eyes before getting up. It was already quite late in the day so he was surprised that no one had come for him yet. He thought that something exciting might have happened while he slept, as it would explain why he was forgotten about. He got himself dressed and rubbed his necklace. He thanked his mom in his thoughts for giving him the good fortune to sleep in.

It was already dinner, so he left the cabin to go grab a bite to eat. However as he approached the other campers he could tell something was wrong. Someone had collapsed and people had gathered around with shock visible in their expression. Hector picked up his pace to see what had happened but stopped in his tracks when he felt a painful burning sensation on his hand. He grasped the affected area and winced before lifting his hand to see that he had been marked with the shape of a fire.

It was clear now that whatever just happened was something more than just a camper feeling faint. He ran to the crowd, confused about what had just happened.

"Hey, what's going on?" He asked the others with urgency, grabbing at the necklace around his neck for comfort.
Hector (Heck) O’Brien

Age: 16

Godly parent: Tyche, goddess of luck
Power: Good luck

Weapon or gifts from godly parent: Necklace of Lady Luck, a silver chained pendant with Tyche’s likeness. While wearing it he is essentially invisible from Nemesis’ wrath.

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