Yay! Slaveless has one! I hope this bio will be all right...
Name: Cliff
Species: Paramite
Gender: Male
Personality: Hopeful at times, but generally cynical. Ready to help others he likes. Ready to make matters worse for those he doesn't like.
Age: 7 (Uh...didn't know there was a difference between Earth and Oddworld years...Oddworld years then)
Appearence:Relatively large Paramite, with odd looking throat.
Equipment: A tight backpack on top of his back used to store various things eg. money etc., has a simple clip underneath which he can undo with his...talons? Head finger things then. You should know what I mean. Also, an ability to speak English, but an inability to speak Paramite very well.
Occupation: Future store owner in a prosperous village, and a gpood friend to those around him.
Bio/backstory: As a young Paramite, was caught by a lone Vykker while he had wandered off from his family. Had then, while out cold to stop wriggling, had his larynx/voicebox (whatever) replaced with a Mudokon's one (the Mudokon in question, well, had ended up being shot, and many of them are given to the Vykkers to use the parts), and he slowly learnt to speak the language from the Vykkers (the Vykkers 'pet project'). Eventually, the Vykker was to start something new, and went out with his now loyal Paramite to the exterminating room. But the Paramite could now also read, unkown to the Vykker, and saw the door sign. He fled as the Vykker yelled in a rage and leapt out of a window.
He fell down through branches and landed on a thick Spoocepatch, so he was relatively uninjured. By this time he was 2.
He then wandered for somewhere to live. Numerous Paramite family's tried to ask him to join the pack or leave the territory, but they couldn't understand eachother, so he just wandered on.
Eventually, he found a Mudokon village, and he ended up confirming (after a neghty discussion/argument) that he was no Paramite god, but for some reason was able to speak their language. He wasn't anything special.
Eventually, he ended up with a little shop, selling Spooce he had been growing, with a special method he had learned that little else knew.
Unfortunately, it wasn't long before the village was attacked by Sligs. He was no match for the numerous Big Bro's and Flying Sligs, and had to flee.
Since, he had been wandering around, but generally attacked when he tried to enter towns. He tried to feed on what he could maybe steal from bins or find in the wild.
Recently, he read about this new village, before almost being shot by an angry Clakker. But he decided maybe if he got there early, perhaps he could reason with the current inhabitants, and get them to help him build a shop. Currently, he is watching form the outskirts.
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