Kirby, The insatiable.

Kirby was created by a group of cultists 300 years ago, using a pact of their blood and a bundle of rotten flesh achieved by letting their own sheep rot before their eyes. Upon his initial creation, Kirby stood at a simple 12 inch's in height, and sported eyes of crimson. He was unable of human speech and was deemed a failure of creating their god of famine, in the eyes of the cult leader that had monitored his creation. His pink and quiet nature was nothing like the vison he had, of the brutal monster he wished to control. 
He had no idea he got exactly what he asked for. Deep inside the kind soul of kirby remained a burning hatred for all around him, fueled by a being trapped inside the pink confines of his fleshy form. Limited and kept at bay only by Kirbys sheer will to keep him from surfacing, and hurting all around him. He could not be kept at bay forever though.
Despite being a complete accident, one of the cultists took a liking to Kirby, and decided they would take care of him on their own in secret, instead of disposing of him as tasked. Day by day Kirby began to grow, learning how to speak simple phrases and gaining small nubs that could hold onto things, letting him eat on his own. He ate.. A lot. It started out normal with simply eating any leftover vegetables they didn't store, but overtime it was harder and harder to feed Kirby due to his constantly increasing appetite, which meant it was even harder to hide his existence.
One day, Kirby hadn't been fed enough on time, and paid a little visit to the area where they kept the little amount of sheep they had, the main source of revenue for the cultists. Kirby, proceeded to consume them until none were left. Each time he ate the serotonin he felt would only grow, leading him unable to control himself as he ate his first piece of meat.
Kirby soon realized what he had done, but it was too late. He had came to his senses only after they were already gone. The sheep's cry's of anguish were more then enough to alert the cultists as well unfortunately, leading Kirby to be jailed while they figured out what to do about him, and what to do about the loss of sheep.
The cultist who had cared for Kirby was punished severely, beaten till they were almost at their demise only to be forced to eat so they could be beaten once more. All the while Kirby was forced to sit in complete silence, by themselves, with nothing to eat. 
Kirby, due to his nature and innate ability gets hungrier faster then a majority of species, but has the added advantage of being unable to starve.
So while he was fine physically, he had been practically starved of any nourishment for three entire days, with a hunger larger then ever before due to his sheep savoring he had taken part in. 
On day four, after they had all decided on what to do, they came to Kirby's cell to 'finish' what they had started. They had planned to kill the small pink creature, and use his remains to bring forth their 'TRUE' god. In the image they desired.
Upon opening the door, they almost immediately regretted it. They were forced to watch as their god of famine proceeded to devour them one by one, he couldn't be reasoned with, and it was very clear their state of mind had changed drastically from how they once were compared to now. Having been starved for what felt like an eternity for him, made him lose control of his very body, and led to the demise of the entire cult. 
The, ENTIRE cult. Unfortunately for Kirby, once he came to, everything was gone. He had eaten the walls off their foundation and he was now truly alone in this wretched place. He had killed the only person who showed him love. She was like a mother to him even despite her beliefs on religion and unity, and now she was no more.
Kirby wept, mourning the loss of his caretaker for hours on end, until finally he left the Cold, cultists temple. 
Kirby fled to the mountains to forget all of what had happened, vowing to never hurt another mortal soul again, if he could help it. As it was what she would of wanted.
After many, many decades of residing in the mountains, swearing off of meat and living off only vegetables and the occasional fruit he could find all the way up there, Kirby decided he didn't want to be alone anymore. Now that he wasn't as young, and stood at only a bit taller then most humans, he believed he had learnt some self control. He had done a lot of thinking over the century he was gone, and he was ready to help out wherever he could. Just because he was a god of famine, didn't mean he was destined for harm.. Right?
And so he did. Making many friends and settling in a town called Vierwind, as they were the first to offer him a place stay, with bedding and food to satiate his heart. He now resides there, farming and collecting resources to help his friends go far, and even attempting to befriend his 'enemies' that he has made accidently.
Kirby eventually made his first big ally, the radio man! By scaling his radio station and making his way to the top, he was able to sit and have a lovely chat with HerbDashwell and his attic dweller, Green! Kirby then had a truly wonderful time listening in on the radio mans podcast, where using his innate frequency travel he was able to keep tabs on the bandit calamity, to kirbys request. 
Kirby hadnt had a truly good moment with mortals for decades, so to be apart of something this special to him truly ment a lot. Once all was said and done HerbDashwell gave him a gift, a book containing the history of dashwell broadcasting, and a poppy as a token of friendship. Kirby treasured these dearly, bidding the radioman goodbye and returning home to keep his new items safe and sound.
Days past, and kirby grew stronger, meeting a young alchemist named kleph who supplied the town with potions, and even getting a book from an unknown person by the name of sacho. They said they were impressed with kirbys past, the deeds he had come to regret, and the actions he could never undo. But thankfully, Sacho simply wanted to compliment Kirby, entirely unaware that kirby hadnt been entirely in control.
Everything was.. Nice. Everything was well. 
But then.. Something unpleasant occured. Kirby returned to find his home ramsacked of his valuables, within vierwind walls. Someone inside of vierwind had stolen directly from kirby.
Kirby was filled with dread. Hastefully making his way upstairs to his chest of treasures.. But it was too late. The thief, the TRAITOR had taken the one thing he should not of taken from him. Kirby hadnt cared about the minerals, the resources, or the enchantments. The only thing he had hoped to salvage, was Herbs book. Which is the only thing, the thief would take.
Kirby had done so much for the mortals as of late. He supported local bars, he supplied vierwind with magic, he gave those in need funding to survive, and he hadnt hurt a single soul.. This is what he got in return, for all he had done.
Kirby, was ENRAGED. Demanding to know who had done this, as it had been just to hurt him. The books had no value to anyone other then him. And yet they were gone.
Through rumors and whispers, Kirby learned of someone who had betrayed the entirety of the colony named Solstice. Looting and stealing as he pleased, before turning tail and leaving before anyone could reprimand him for his betrayal. 
Kirby tried to be nice. Kirby, tried to be the best god he could be. But his inner demons, that encouraged him to consume more and more, wouldnt be quenched until justice was met. 
Kirby is very disappointed.
Kirby in his rage began experimenting on his very being, extracting his essence and vialing it, through many failed experiments.. He found success. Kirby found a combination of his blood that would create the liquid manifestation of famine, and bloodlust. Any creature that took this would go into a hunger craze, attacking everything around them with immense and brutal strength, for the sole purpose of eating them alive much like Kirby did. After this accomplishment was made, kirby set off to get back his things from the person who had took them from him.
It took a while, and a lot of negotiating, but Kirby eventually got what was his. Making sure to keep it much more secure now, as it was something he held very dear to himself.
Kirby attempted to take his mind off the event by visiting a newly opened bar in vierwind, although he didnt drink he would love to be able to conversate with others. And conversate he did! Kirby met a lovely but hulking minotaur by the name of (Undisclosed and or forgotten), the owner of the bar. After about an hour of chating, kirby brought up his brew capable of invoking ones true hunger within themself, an innate feeling of immense starvation to the point of temporary madness. Through consulting and general testing of this concoction, Kirby and the Minotaur decided on the name..
FIRESTONE FAMINE
Kirby learned bits and pieces from the minotaur, disclosing recipes to kirby about many of the mortal brews developed in rathnir, much to kirbys interest. Though eventually he would have to leave, returning home to his house and vierwind, and his cozy bed. He hadnt slept peacefully though, as all throughout his dreams kirby saw a familar face, that threatened his very way of peace of mind. Therefore, kirby decided from that night on he would prevent himself from sleeping, in order to keep a darker side at bay, much to his mental states decay.
Kirby and the minotaur spent the next day brewing with each other, Kirby making plenty of famine essence to age by the next morning. Upon leaving the brewery for the day, Kirby stumbled upon a face he had never seen before. But it was certainly an important one. UNI, the leader of bardonia at the time had personally come in his incorporeal form to ask a favor of kirby, to have a nice conversation with the newfound power that had been let into the world. They talked for.. Hours, about many many things. The future of rathnir. The current state, with bardonias attempted takeover, and even the past of rathnirs beginnings before kirby had integrated fully into the world. Eventually uni asked him a simple question, but it was one kirby would renember.
"..Kirby. The spirits tell me of a liquid with enough power to shake mountains. A liquid you seem to not only possess, but create. If i may.. Could i ask that you give me some, for the ones i love deeply at bardonia? I will pay you in full of course, though this is no small order." Kirby was shocked. This.. Was his very first order, and from someone of very important status! If he accepted.. He could help so many people, giving them his momentary strength to defend themselves from those who would do wrong. Kirby gladly accepted, and so the contract was forged. Twenty seven vials of Firestone Famine for 10k, a much cheaper price then now as Kirby had no real concept of funds. Uni merely negotiated Kirby into accepting any money at all, really.
Days past, and not much changed for Kirby. Vierwind had declined in population, so kirby grew.. Lonely. Without his minotaur friend who had unfortunately left for greater opportunities in farther lands, he didnt really have anyone else to talk to. It reminded him of his time in the mountains, which in turn brought back.. The voices. Crying, sobbing, screaming, pleas for hunger and consumption of all that lay in his path, Mojang's presence grew with every passing day. His friends were the only things keeping his mind off of them, so without them.. Kirby had no choice but to do something drastic. 
Kirby unfortunately to sleep for quite a long time, as being awake with the constant swirling of voices in his mind was too much energy to bare for much longer. So for two weeks, the god of famine stayed completely sleep in his home, awaking only as Mojang's presence began to fade temporarily. Kirby woke up to an unimaginable hunger, leading him to look for any food he had stored in cases for this but.. Much to his dismay, during his two week slumber Vierwind was no more. Every building ransacked and destroyed by those of lesser morality. Including Kirbys house. 
Kirby Mojang had lost everything. All of his belongings, valuable or not. Even the food he grew himself, was gone. Left with no other options, Kirby wandered aimlessly to a new place to call home, painstakingly leaving his home behind as it was no longer his, claimed by the cruel world kirby inhabited. After days of walking, constant deep growls emitting from the void in his stomach, Kirby found what he had been looking for. Orilin!
Kirby met many people in this new place, one of the major ones being Laggineer. Lagg helped kirby set up shop in a way, hearing of his story and all the wrongs he had endured, he gave kirby things of his own, a generosity Kirby hadnt seen in ages it felt. This reignited a burning drive for good in him, leading him into snapping out of his hungered gaze, and getting back on the horse of life even after it had kicked him down so many times. Overtime, Kirby made more and more allies in orilin, spending his days cooking brewing and experimenting for all hours, with the help of Duel, Laggineer, And the shadow king he was able to live a normal, calm life for a while. 
However.. One day Kirby awoke to screams of protest and many yellings of dismay. Rising to see before him that a raid had begun on his beloved town, one that he had not prepared for. Rushing to try and help the mortals that had been his friends, he was told all too late that two bandits were pillaging the city and its occupants for all they had. Kirby, had gone to sleep in his armor on the worst possible day. And with his vow to never hurt another soul, Kirby was forced to watch as the bandits struggled to strike him down, only succeeding in wearing him to the point of exhaustion, allowing them to remove the armor from his back and move elsewhere with their attack.
Three times now, Kirby had lost everything. And everytime, it was due to the mortals he vowed to protect. To serve, to acknowledge and to teach. Kirby couldnt understand what it took to make someone stoop this low, to attack someone unable to fight back, and someone who truly wished them no harm. But maybe it wasnt his place to understand. If the mortals were truly this bad off.. Then they needed his help more then ever before.
Kirby struggled internally with the significant loss of his trust and even material wealth, but due to the support of his friends in orilin who came to his need once again, Kirby was able to carry on once more. With newfound hope and a spark of determination, Kirby set his goals into overdrive. Producing thousands, of his very own essence to gain monetary value from, value that he would use to reach his goals for a better world for he and his friends. 
As of right now, Kirby Mojang lives in peace in quiet in orilin. Its not the grandest, nor most populated town.. But it had everything kirby needed. The god of famine sells many things at a stand in orilin, XP and the like. But his most prized object of sale, and one that has shown the most use to him, is of Course FIRESTONE FAMINE, a brew testament to his tremendous strength to carry on despite everything that has happened to him. But also a dark reminder of a hidden evil lurking underneath his pink exterior, one that will only make its move when he is most vulnerable, once again.
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(More will be added soon, but this is the base of how Kirby was created, why he swore an oath of peace, and where he is today. Ill make a list of accomplishments once I'm able to roleplay with him more!)
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