420alien

Nobody knows where I originate from or how i was born, i was abandoned as a very small child and rescued by Halflings. i was found wrapped in a blue robe covered in gold stars (which is what i wear over most clothes but now it's tattered with age), and a strange tag that said "Alien" was attatched to my ankle. nobody knew what this word meant, so they took it off me and threw it away. the Halflings had no idea what i was, and were skeptical about taking me in. luckily, one couple took me in and made me an honorary Halfling. the halflings welcomed me into the community with open arms and treated me as one of their own. I was raised by two loving Halflings who never had children of their own, Otho and Myrtle Mugwart. They decided to name me Odo. As a child i was alot to handle for my parents, as i wasnt a conventional child. i was slightly bigger than other halflings, but this wasnt much of a problem for my parents. As a full adult, i stand just a few inches taller than a regular halfling and i seem to age at the same rate as other halflings. When i started going to school, i learned how much more different i looked than other kids and began to feel self-conscious, but my parents and friends were very good at boosting my confidence. other kids at school were relatively nice and welcoming. after a while i got used to the staring and pointing from outside folk who didnt understand, and i learned to ignore it. growing up this way made me especially empathetic and welcoming towards all people, but skeptical about trusting people. i never settled down or had any romantic endeavors, nor did i try to. it's not the easiest thing to find a mate when you look like me, but this never bothered me much. when i was about 30 years old i went to the local tavern with my parents on a relatively quiet night. after sitting and indulging for a few minutes, some large drunk men started yelling slurs at me from across the room (people tend to yell things at me because they dont understand what i am. they'll call me things like "big head" or "gray face" and an especially hurtful one is "Fake-ling", a combo of "fake" and "halfling") my mother hates it when people yell at me simply because im different, so being the strong confident halfling she is, she yelled at the men to put them in their place.  eventually the bar-keep kicked the men out of the tavern, but this didnt stop them from waiting until we left to attack us. We were outnumbered by men that were much larger than us, and my mother was killed while defending me and my father was injured very badly. He was able to be healed but he was never truly the same halfling he was. the men responsible were never caught, we never saw them again. i lived with my father until his death, he died peacefully in his bed from old age or possibly a broken heart, as he never fell in love with anybody else. he was 102 years old when he died, relatively young for a halfling. after my parents deaths, i wanted to get away from the painful memories in my home town so i decided to roam the land for several years until i eventually made my way to another halfling community. After all my travels, i never found a single person that looks like i do, but i learned a few life-skills and i learned about other people and cultures. Now i'm just waiting for my next adventure!