OOC: If it is ok, would you mind if I transtemporally shifted one of my W@RF characters into this? Given that W@RF takes place after the current games, I think it's safe to place it ahead of MO. Note that it takes place when Arrack has been placed under "new management" temporarily, and that his memories of this were wiped out due to hitting his head on a pipe around the time of his freezing.
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Name: Arrack
Species: Slig
Gender: Male
Age: 15 (Chronologically), 5 (Biologically)
Appearance: Vomit inducingly hideous. Scarred, pus ridden, abscessed, diseased, infected, bloody, and indescribably ugly all around, in addition to having no front layer of skin. Think "1000 Melting Face Nazis" level disgusting, and raise that to the power of a Norrisplex. Amazingly, he still retains his basic face structure, and would appear to look like an ordinary Slig in shape through an X-ray. His eyes and mouth are the only intact parts of his face.
Personality: Suffers from a life threatening phobia of the song "Beach of Love", which was playing around the time of his deformation and near death. Also suffers from bipolar disorder, fear of Slogs, fear of abandonment, and paranoia. This results from the feeling that the government is watching him all the time, due to regulation XX-1A-UK-767, or the "Anti-Ugly Sanitation Act", requiring him to wear a 6 cm plasteel mask within 50 metres of anyone except his family(meaning his closest relatives), his taxidermist, and registered medical personnel.
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Biography: To quote Praetyre;
"10 years ago, when I worked at Slog Hut 403, there was this Slig, Arrack, who was real into dancing. And by really into it, I mean enough to scare the Valet. He spent all of his free time practicing dancing, listening to music and.."
Praetyre leaned closer..
"Asking the boss for... oh Odd, this is hilarious... a dance girdle! He was a little weird, true, but he was one of the nicest guys you could ever meet. But one day, he lost his balance and fell into a vat of new GE chemicals we were going to feed to the Slogs. They ended up nearly devouring him, and he got the front of his face caught in the disposer while running. I had to literally remove the entire front layer of his skin, and then, due to this idiot and drunken superior of mine, was badly taken care of and got a massive infection. When we popped it, there was so much blood and pus on the floor, it made the anaemic Chronicler visiting the place tear his own stomach out. Fortunately he survived, but the sheer experience of this has greatly deformed him. Under court order, he has to wear a 6 centimetre thick plasteel mask within 50 metres of anyone except his dermatologist, his family, or registered medical officials, even when sleeping. Believe me, I've seen him, and you don't want to see him. I had to take medicine just to prevent myself from vomiting on his lovely carpet. Poor guy.".
Arrack's past before the accident is highly mysterious and due to trauma is one he prefers not to divulge (He also has amnesia). There are dark secrets only he and his tormenters know, things he has slain to have even worse problems come to him. After a career with many unusual incidents and friends, he had the aformentioned accident, and though the surrounding times were a blur, he eventually has ended up in the pay of the fourth most powerful Inhabitant on Oddworld, behind only the Vykkers twins and the Oddfather, Khanzumer President, and Lady Margaret herself. Molluck. Head of Rupture Farms Meat Packing Corporation, and the feeder of a billion mouths across Oddworld. With more leverage than some Nolybab politicians and a significant influence in many spheres public and private, legal and illegal, Arrack works for a true corporate Titan, a poster Gluk.
But Molluck fell. And he took a good part of Rupture Farms with him.
CEO Molluck's former underling, Director Leg, has appointed Arrack to perform a special mission. In a far off Khanzumer city, the Ratz living in the sewers have been exposed to the flowoff from a chemical spill disaster known as the Reckswo Valdeex incident. They have mutated to an extent, and possess levels of surprising sapience and strength. Due to the further declining profits of Rupture Farms Meat Packing Co., a desperate Leg has appointed Arrack, his head black ops Slig, to go and capture a Ratz queen, which may dwell in a deep well near the center of the sewers. This may provide Leg's only hope of taking Molluck's place and ensuring the position he has spent 40 years working for.
Arrack himself has anonymously booked tickets to an abandoned region of town after arriving on plane. He is now heading via subway to the station and plans to go after the Ratz. But not before getting some help from the locals...
And there is no hospital in the bottom of the city, its mostly deserted apart from all of us crazy people...
