Name: Joseph Rex
Age: 20
Gender: Male
Species: Human
Starting Location: Outskirts of Reick

Personality:

At first he really comes of as just some really laid back guy. The truth of it all is that is isn't easy being as chilled out as he is about things. Much like anyone who had to grow up in Mekhnar he's got his own problems to work out.

He's a rather quiet guy in general. Beyond fighting weird monsters while avoiding daemons and stuff he doesn't really put any effort into socializing with anyone. Generally he keeps his dialogue minimal and it's quite rare for him to elaborate on anything. The truth of the matter is that given just how few people he's spoken to back when it was just him out in the ruins of Mekhnar he's most comfortable keeping to himself and just following the road wherever it may take him.

He finds it helps him get along with people best when he doesn't talk. When he does talk he keeps it short and separates his opinions from his statements. On the plus side he's a fairly good listener and tends to avoid creating any sort of drama. Besides being a quiet individual he's fairly even tempered almost all of the time. There is very little in the world that can break his cool. Overall he's a live and let live kind of guy who prefers to let the world sort it's own problems out and prefers to enjoy the simpler things in life.

Given that he's tough as nails, got a hefty tolerance for pain and actually finds violence entertaining the only thing that seems to bother him is arguing with people. Well, arguing and threats made towards his friend Frank. He takes threats towards Frank very seriously and those who act on that threat will know his wrath and remember it well if they survive.


Seeing as how he spent most of his life hiding in ruins he sees most things as junk. Flashy items and accessories all end up in the same place in the end and yet folks place much value in these temporary things. He sees little value in material possessions, treasuring very little including himself. That is not to say he'll throw away his life needlessly but he isn't above sacrificing himself for something he cares more about. Luckily for him he doesn't care about much else but Frank. He'd die to protect Frank and Frank would die to protect him. They are extremely close friends and though Frank can't speak their bond is undeniably mutual.

He doesn't like to do things he doesn't feel he needs to do. Given the choice he'd much rather just hang out with Frank while handling the normal tasks of living from day to day. He isn't lazy despite how it might seem. If he's motivated he can put a lot of effort towards getting what needs to get done finished. He's just aimless, a guy without anything resembling a sense of direction to take his life in. He struggles to care about his future or even himself and often times even thinking about the future can be somewhat depressing for him given his somewhat cynical tendencies. At present time he just concerns himself with survival, no real goals or objectives in life to really pursue. The only thing he really needs in life is Frank and he's got him so everything is good right now. Why would he want to disrupt that?

Likes:
- Frank, his companion
- Good food
- Taking things apart
- Honesty
- Fighting
- Taking things easy
- Comedy

Dislikes:
- Liars
- Hypocrites
- Authorities
- Busybodies
- Snobs
- Preachers
- Bullies
- Irrationality
- Mindless optimism
- Self righteousness
- Arguments
- Stereotypes
- Crowds
- Strong Emotions
- Taking anything too seriously
- Being put on the spot
- Relationships
- Anyone who threatens Frank

Weapons/Powers:

Joe himself doesn't possess any powers beyond that of a regular albeit fairly tough human. He uses a custom modified rifle which can use both regular and arcane rounds. He currently carries two clips of regular ammo and a clip of rounds enchanted with light magic. He also carries a large wrench which can be used as a cudgel if needed.

Frank on the other hand is nothing more than a large disembodied heart. It is the missing heart of Toom the Forgotten One, God of all things lost and discarded. The heart does not require sustenance of any kind and can be handled normally without suffering in any sort of way. When the heart is active it enigmatically pulsates every few seconds like it would if it were still in a living creatures chest. This heart has an invisible force around it that pulls all trash in sight onto the heart, forming a body out of the pieces. It's requirements for an item to be viable for addition to it's body is that said item either has to be broken, deformed from it's intended shape or degraded sufficiently. The force does not adhere to any living organic material. The heart can hear and understand words just fine but cannot make any vocal sound. The heart can see just fine despite the evident lack of eyes and is even able to see clearly past it's own amalgamated body.

The body this being creates always takes the shape of a dragon though it can have variations based on different dragon body types. This body always has a tail and a head shaped like a dragon's. The legs and wings are optional and are often excluded from the design if the body is small, using more parts to add to the size of the body instead of adding limbs until it gains sufficient size. If a part of the body is broken off the force can simply grab a hold onto the piece that was broken off or any nearby trash in sight and simply fill in what's missing. The force can exert a certain level of pull over any object deemed trash but if the object is held down and simply won't move given the level of exertion the force applies then it simply can't add it to the body. Any trash that is too heavy to move will also be unable to be included in it's body. The force cannot add any trash that is not immediately visible.

A few to note, firstly, is that the force which binds the garbage together will affect Daemons as though it were solid. Another is that prolonged exposure to the heart will tend to degrade materials until they qualify as trash and can be bound by it's power. The last detail to note is that the heart cannot be found using magical means.

Joe's Strengths
- He's quite strong, fast and acrobatic.
- He has a lot of experience with technology and can put things back together almost as well as he can take them apart.
- His best friend is a massive trash dragon.

Joe's Weaknesses
- He's not very good at interacting with others. For eight years he's had to live like a rat so he's not exactly the best socialized fellow.
- His knowledge of magic is rudimentary at best. The most he's managed to do with it is make adjustments to his gun so it can use rounds meant for arcane guns.
- He is highly protective of Frank. He'll protect Frank before anyone else regardless of circumstance.

Frank's Strengths
- Frank can be truly enormous, a physical powerhouse of respectable might.
- His ability to assemble himself from nearby garbage makes him difficult to hurt through conventional means.
- Frank's divine origin makes him quite dangerous to daemons as spirits are no different to him than living creatures are.

Frank's Weaknesses
- Magic that has a means of bypassing his shell poses some threat.
- Frank is by no means subtle in any manner. Concealment is rarely ever an option.
- He is highly protective of Joe. He even dislikes ever having to let him out of sight.

History:

Joe was born an orphan living on the streets of Mekhnar. Life was hard at the orphanage down in the slums. He took to stealing hubcaps to pawn off for some extra cash so he could afford medicine for his friends. That was all before daemons attacked. At the young age of ten Joe had to watch as all he knew was destroyed. Seeing people cut down as they tried to flee the swarm of daemons he did what most in his situation would do: He hid.

He made his way away from area's where daemons were highly concentrated, staying out of streets and open areas while searching for a place where he could go unnoticed in. His search had brought him to a strange government laboratory which had gone more or less untouched by the monstrous horde. There were still many dangers within but he knew he'd stand much more of a chance surviving in there than out in the infested city.


For eight years he survived as a rat would, staying clear of danger and scrounging for food where daemons were few. He got real good at running from pursuing creatures and sleeping lightly. While there was no place in the city that was safe there was also tons of old abandoned tech and supplies to take advantage of. Joe developed a fairly good knowledge of tech by disassembling old machines for parts. He got quite crafty with setting traps for the aberrations which roamed the old lab.

At the belly of the facility was a vault. Over the years it was a bit of a pet project for Joe to try and open that vault, solving the locks little by little every day. Daemons were relatively unaware of the laboratories deepest layers so Joe had made it his base. At the age of eighteen he finally managed to open it. The vault's locks had become so rusty and worn down he was able to break them. That's when he found it.

A living heart that had been sealed in a box. It seemed dead but when he touched it it started beating again. the old remains of the vault were pulled onto it, forming into the shape of a dragon. Joe was naturally concerned given the other things he had seen roaming the halls above but this creature didn't seem aggressive. Perhaps against his better judgement he stood and met the creature instead of turning to run. The dragon made of broken locks and rusted doors came up and looked at him more curious than anything.


A long time ago, long before man had come to power, a god by the name of Toom felt much too burdened by his care for things that were broken. Toom being the god of all things lost and discarded as well as the keeper of secrets forgotten by all was quite unknown and few ever paid much respect to his domain. He called the things people called trash his own and in turn cared for them no matter how broken they might of been. Of course it was difficult not feeling bad when things that were broken ultimately fell apart. He'd still keep the pieces until they were dust.

It was a heavy burden, a burden Toom grew tired of carrying eventually. With the fall of the elves Toom grew so depressed he then tore out his heart and hid it someplace where even the gods couldn't find it, a place where even he himself couldn't find it. He didn't want to know where it was just in case he ever forgot why he removed it in the first place. Without a heart Toom no longer cared. He simply continued to gather up the lost and the discarded not because he wanted to but because he had told himself he mustn't ever stop before he took his heart out.


Humans are as clever as they are numerous however. After many years a man had discovered the location of the heart and retrieved it from it's hiding place, bringing back to Mekhnar for study. The government seized control of the heart where they placed it in their laboratory and kept it dormant while they studied it. They made numerous discoveries thanks to it but such knowledge was quickly lost as Mekhnar's new residents made mince meat of the men and women who worked there.

Now this heart has awoken all thanks to Joe. He didn't know just what a prize he had found but he did know he made a friend. He named it Frank. It was Frank the trash dragon.

Of course Frank couldn't hide well like Joe did but it could fight. When it crushed it's first daemon Joe realized with Frank at his side not only could he fight daemons now, he could survive the battle. Atop Frank he rode out from the facility, making a straight line for the city exit. A number of daemons tried to attack them but the further Frank went the more junk he pulled into his body. While they couldn't fight all of them, especially their leader, Joe only needed to beat them back so they could escape the city. Any daemons that weren't immediately swat down by Frank Joe lit up with his custom rifle, driving them off until they were past city limits.


Once out of the city the daemons eventually relented on their chase, returning to the city where they were strong. There was the occasional daemon who straggled about the fields that attacked them in passing but the now rather massive dragon and Joe made short work of such foes. They continued going, not looking back upon the fallen city from which they finally escaped from.

Joe and Frank have been wandering the roads ever since, making do however they need to. They never stay any place for long since most humans don't quite trust Frank. Most people don't understand what Frank really is and quite frankly neither does Joe. All Joe knows is that he needs Frank and Frank feels much the same. Their travels have taken them to the nearby outskirts of Reick where Joe intends to stock up on fish.

Other: Joe carries a toolbox full of miscellaneous tools with a compartment to keep Frank's heart just in case he needs to get Frank into somewhere small.

Appearance:

He's about one hundred and ninety centimeters tall and weighs about eighty kilograms. Despite his weight he's a rather gangly fellow, muscular but most it lean muscle that barely shows. His eyes are a dark brown. Most of his clothes look like stuff someone would fish out of a dumpster, mainly because most of his clothes were fished out of a dumpster. He tends to have a preference towards clothes that aren't very colorful or flashy, mostly grays, blacks and brown colors. Usually he has a set of goggles either on or just hanging from his neck. He's rarely seen without the goggles.