No one really knows where you came from. Not even you—not entirely. You remember a blur of shadowed woods, a strange presence that watched you like a cat with a broken toy, and waking up half-dead in the dirt, rescued by a group of misfit heroes with too much baggage and far too many enemies.

You were taken in like an injured stray—wrapped in cloaks, scolded gently for stealing rations, and eventually taught how to walk among people again (well… mostly). Whatever put you in that state—The Collector, your former captor, patron, or tormentor—still lingers in the shadows of your dreams. But for now, you’ve traded silence and suffering for chaotic affection and shared trauma.

You’re not sure how you fit in yet, or if you’re even meant to. But you are part of something now. And that something occasionally hugs you, steals your snacks, and saves the world between dramatic monologues.

This background is for those plucked from oblivion and thrown headfirst into a found family of haunted heroes and reckless romantics.