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i caved to the pressure hyperfixation. BEHOLD THE HEIR APPARENT.
NOTE: HIS AGE IS NOT ALIGNED WITH HIS BACKSTORY I AM AWARE.
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> CANON BACKSTORY <
He doesn't remember *exactly* what happened before he changed, just bits and pieces.
The cries of other test subjects.
Cold metal of cage bars.
The smell of fresh blood.
Pain, so much pain. Hands meticulously digging through flesh
Alezea remembers being taken apart.
.. and then he woke up like this.
To say Alezea was mad was..an understatement. He had a mate! He had a family! HE WAS HAPPY AND THEN EVERYTHING. EVERYTHING WAS TAKEN FROM HIM. HIS LIFE. HIS AUTONOMY. EVERYTHING. EVERYTHING EVERYTHING. EVERYTHING. EVERY! SINGLE! THING! Alezea was trapped for years, time flew behind bars, and as the pain grew with his increasing size so did his rage. Though he'll never admit it, It drove him nearly mad.
..one particularly fortuitous morning, when they went to cut him open again. Alezea found himself awake. Whatever tranquilizer they used on him, didn't quite work as well..
Whoopsie.
A few hours, several test subjects released, a new fit acquired, and a couple hundred dead assholes later, Alezea found himself in open water and liberated. Oh, and in desperate need of new digs. He was NOT going back there.
That, and he had NO idea were his original home was.. and Apedemak knows if they'd even recognize him like this!
It wasn't TOO hard to find a new joint though, he simply put himself up for sale in the market for a submale role in a pride and a day or so later his place was purchased by the highest bidder: Faysal.
And now, he's here! Not a bad gig, honestly. He does have to be Faysal's errand boy, but he supposes..it doesn't HAVE to be permanent..he just has to a bit of err, pushing and he'll be head honcho in no time at all.
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