Born on a tavern boat, that sailed the cape of Sutica, (driven by regular flesh people), Human Fleshman was born. Bearing the bizarre name of his parents, and raised in the cult-like eccentricities of his kin, Human Fleshman can only be described as one thing:
A normal person, who does normal people things.
Living a sweet life, Human Fleshman had more than he could ask for. A loving family, and a tavern-boat that stocked his life with unrelenting booze, an outsider may have seen this as absolute paradise! Not only that, but he was praised as the son of Prodigy, and promised to inherent the tavernous-boat! Yet, one day... tragedy struck. His sister, (bizarrely named) Woman Fleshman, broke free of the cultish nature of their family. In seething rage, she struck their boat-house abode... and set it aflame. Forced to smell the burning flesh of his Fleshkin, Human was the only one to survive the disaster. Through months of painful survival, he finally washed ashore of the Elysian Duchy. Scratched, and scathed... he walked into the newly found town.
Looking to continue the legacy of his kin... and claim the tavern for his own.
Human lets out a deep sigh as he turns to face the well-suited person, there was a clear signs boredom on his face. Mr. Fleshman paused for a moment, thinking that he might as well flatter the man by answering his question. "I am not here for the grand ambitions you may suggest. I simply desire to own a tavern." He responded, the words were hollow, lacking any form of emotion to them. Without wasting another moment he turned away, continuing his walk through the marketplace
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