[Chronicler]

OOC: As long as I'm waiting for Splat, I mineaswell better post Uggs' intro.

IC: The train seemed eerily silent ever since the large Outlaw tromped its own way out. Nobody was seemingly in sight. Then a little head poked out of the train's exit. It scanned the surrounding environment. A totally metallic hell zone. Just like his last location ...... Uggs the little Slig kid crawled out of the ship, sighing out his disappointment.

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Name: Uggs
Species: Slig
Gender: Male
Age: Comparable to an eight year-old boy?
Appearance: Like any healthy Larva Slig Baby wearing perfect-sized Slig Mask. Uggs doesn't currently own a pair of pants, so his locomotion is through crawling around with his arms. On his chest is a black tattoo in the shape of OWI's logo. Apparently, the tattoo is of mystical origin...
Personality: Uggs has the common characteristic of many newly-born Sligs, he has the will to care for others and to be cared for himself. He can share and even sense how others are feeling. Despite this, Uggs also has the common viewpoints of children in which he'd mostly look after himself and think of others later. He also has a DEEP interest in the supernatural.
History: Uggs was born from the crude beast known as Queen Skillya, mother of a thousand evils. He behaved qite normally like other babies, all he wanted was to see into his mum's eyes and accept love from her heart into his own. Also commonly used on Slig Larva is the special treatment that the adult Slig Guards use. Basically, they try to beat the poor lad, an attempt in snuffing out the love. But this didn't work. Even after the beatings, Uggs was willing to hug ANYTHING. The Gluks were confused by this, but no matter, they will merely feed Baby Uggs to Queen Skillya. Simple. Buuuuut Skillya was in such a pissed off mood, she was willing to squish the Gluk Bosses themselves! The plot was abandoned, and Uggs was allowed to live.
Life within the Slig Barracks were tough for poor Uggs. The little larva was too small to even carry any form of gun correctly! Uggs had no Slig Combat skill whatsoever. For this, the Guards would continue beating the kid. Uggs was much more interested in reading spooky tales, stories of ghosts and aliens. He eventually caught onto Mudokon and even Glukkon forms of spiritualism! The kid had to keep it secret though, as the Guards would still wail on him for reading such unholy content. Soon enough, Uggs snuck his way into a train, heading towards Rupture Farms
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Uggs shut his beady eyes for a few seconds ...... He reopened them, only to find out he was still within this large monolithic meat-processing plant. It can't be! His true home CAN'T be another industrial pit! It just CAN'T be! Uggs quietly spoke to himself "Home? Where's my home?" The little Slig wanted to make his way into the safety of the train's womb, but curiousity took a hard controlling grasp on the kid's mind. Rupture Farms looked so hypnotic. Soon enough, Uggs took in a breath of confidence and marched into the bowells of the factory. His true home must be here somewhere ...... Uggs' tattoo dimly flashed ....