Sprout

Sprout it an utter goober. A scrimblo, if you will. He's wanted in fifteen states, and would be wanted in more if the government realized they can just arrest a turnip.

One day, in a random garden, Sprout came to life. A turnip, but sentient, for some reason. Why? Your guess is as good as his. Naturally, he was horrified by his new status as a being, and prompty freaked-the-fuck-out. Thankfully, Sprout doesn't have that many braincells, and promptly forgot his situation. He's adapted... well? Kinda? At the very least, he is now some turnip lad who exists in the world.