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You're probably going to get thrown into the council universe, still need to figure out a name for you though
Also known as ' The Fox Merchant ' or ' Fox '
Dolosus grew up on the edge of the median ring, just bordering the beginning of the outer. As a five year old he had no concept of hate, but he couldn't help but notice the strange glances his family would receive. Whispers that would follow him everywhere he would go. Nothing but a powerless freaks who didn't deserve to live. His mother and father tried to shield their developing son from this, but even their greatest efforts couldn't save their boy from the world.
He was sitting comfortably in his favorite chair his father had handcrafted for him. That's what his parents were good at, making things with their own bare hands. He wasn't sure why strange people with orange outfits came in to take him away. He didn't want to go with them, he wanted to be with his mom and dad. He bellowed his loudest wail as they dragged him out of his home. He didn't understand what was going on, he just wanted to have his parents there to tell him everything was going to be alright.
It wasn't until the chaos has died done and an elderly lady who reeked of flowers sat him down that he realized. Both his mother and father had gone to what was suppose to be a peaceful protest that night. Both of their lives ended when a much larger group of minor species brutally put an end to it.
