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Witty wolf worrier, XPC played by Chama
Rag - just a piece of worthless cloth that you use and then throw away. Rag - the very symbol for poverty and
disempowerment. Yes, Rag, the young wolf cub, unusually and unfortunately small for his size, had a most fitting
derogatory name, given to him by his stronger and more successful peers. The name followed him through his youth
and eventually, he started wearing it with a sort of dignified pride, as if it were a secret sordid salute.
With such harsh conditions early in life, Rag had two alternatives. He could either follow suit in tail-twixt-legs
resignation, or he could learn to fight back. Rag fought, not with fang and claw, but with wit and repartee. He
decided to figure out where his tormentors were most vulnerable, and then under cover of night, he'd figure out the
most horrible and wounding things he could possibly say to them.
He followed through with his plan, to the delight of everyone who wasn't on Rag's list of revenge. Indeed, his
strategy was quite successful and though he received more than his fair share of roughing up, there was no way of
stopping him. Rag became the joker of the pack, always there for the cut, but when the real deal came, he'd be
sorted out first.
Inevitably, as practically all character backgrounds specify at this point, at this point he'd had it and
according to narrative necessity, he set out into the world to prove himself, or at least to prove the rest
of the world wrong.
The first thing he failed to prove was unfortunately the difference between "yours" and "mine", and as he was
running away from his first angry mob, according to some trivial misunderstanding of ownership, he was taken
in by some hospitable fellow wolves only to realize that
he now was permanently stuck in "mine", an ore extraction facility with somewhat limited career advancement.
Rag the slave reflected contemplatively: Up "yours". His near fatal sojourn in the mine considerably added
to his already quite complex complex.
In the nick of time, or to be more specific, in the serious indentation of time that always seems like the
very last possible moment but never really is, Rag finally found his chance. A group of newly arrived fellow
slaves provided a vessel of escape.
Roan,
a serious-looking bitch incited a most stageworthy
Rebellion,
and where she ultimately failed, Rag picked up the lost thread, ad-libbing his sortie with the other
slaves
(Kheeran,
Mi'Cyon and
Dax).
The temporarily formed party wasn't all that successful, so at the much-delayed final escape from their
imprisonment, Rag said a fully onionated (tear-inducing but ultimately rather healthy) farewell and continued his
quest for whatever spurious fate he was vainly pursuing.
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