WardenOri

## Charlie Ori Brennan

* Wanted Poster
* Canon Depiction

## Humanity's King:

Humanity's King is a Minecraft cinematic series following a group of characters, primarily two children named Riley and Charlie (Ori). A prince and townsfolk. (Following Riley as the main protagonist)

This show, being Ori's entire history up until the last few moments in his universe.

## Vague History Details:

All Ori has ever elaborated on his history throughout The Dome and The Harmless Multiverse was that he was a warrior within a kingdom. Trained as a cadet since he was thirteen and fighting in a war his entire life.

## The Dome:

Ori's version of The Dome takes place mere hours after the end of Humanity's King. Falling asleep only to wake up in a universe far different from his own. The concept of other universes, worlds, and lives was completely foreign to him. Coming from a medieval war torn world where everyone only had one chance at life.

Upon being pulled into this universe, Ori had lost his sight. Relying on him being in a constant state of turning into a monster to get around, being that he was infected with Sculk.

Though, whe he was first transferred to The Dome, Ori was hyper aggressive for unknown reasons. Suffering from mood swings and bouts of emotional break. Taking out his frustrations within a war taking place in The Dome, as war was all he ever knew.

The entirety of The Dome was all a blur for Ori, living through it in a haze. Befriending someone named WinglessMist and regaining his sight through a wish at a temple in Reality Hall.

## Harmless Multiverse:

###### Jungolian Arc

Waking up in a savannah, Ori felt ill. Recovering from the shock and sudden change of the multiverse, thoughts jumbled and mind clouded with noise. The mere concept of all that was occuring still hard to grasp. Left in an almost braindead haze the first few days stumbling through the multiverse. Vulnerable.

With the effects of the multiverse, Ori's infection had been altered. Becoming painfully aware of its own existence and intelligence, still nothing more than an animal at heart. Taking advantage of his own paranoia and confusion, making him look mad in front around others. Ultimately leading HarmlessAvi to become concerned in his presence possibly being a threat to her newfound nation of Jungolia

Fearful and borderline delirious, Ori was extremely evasive when it came to speaking with her or other people overall. Making exceptions for Wingless.

Warden, the infection that had grown intelligence due to The Merge was a malicious figure with no care for anyone or anything. Weaseling their way into good terms with Avi and many other people before straight up killing Charlie Nook just for the sake of killing. Putting it under the guise of retrieving Wingless's gear and putting the blame on Ori.

Going into hiding after the assassination Ori befriended two men named JMWPenny and Van Driver. Settling down with them and forming a mutual trust with them. Slowly, regaining clarity of his own mind. Acting more coherent and proper from this point, though a little off at times.

After awhile, he was forgiven. Or tolerated, somehow. Sometimes showing his face around Jungolia but mainly keeping to himself and the few people he knew. Eventually moving to Jungolia after a person named Faaadu showed particular interest in him, not feeling safe so far out in small groups.

## Pillager Kidnapping:

The entire ordeal, again, was a blur. Taken captive in broad daylight by a masked figure and imprisoned for research purposes regarding his infection. Subjected to isolation and dehumanization by those he rarely saw.

Eventually, Wingless was thrown in with him after some weeks. Escaping with him a fleeing back to Jungolia.

## The Boy Band:

Spending his time cooped up within the confines of his home, Ori was anything but productive for a long period of time. Becoming quiet and overall blunt. Lacking that nervous energy he always carried.

Haunted relentlessly by.. Warden. Atleast what he believed to be the malicious figure. The voice that loomed over every thought of his.

Ori often had poison injuries or a sore throat whenever interacted with. Invited on a "camping trip" at some point by Wingless and HarmlessAvi.

Stumbling across a rundown city infested with Sculk. Most importantly, YezMC, stuck within an overgrown patch. Infected. Ori knew him as Eric, one of his best friends from his universe. A man he knew since the age of four years old.

Upon escaping to the surface, while not showing it, Ori was thrilled to have finally found someone he once knew. Anybody. Anybody to ground himself in reality. To convince himself this all wasn't some delusion or bad dream. Even if it was a reminder of a world he longed for every night.

As time passed on, a friend of Ori's. Penny, had grown suspicious to the public. Breaking Faaadu, who had previously been imprisoned out. In the same day Wingless died to HarmlessAvi's hands in a panic.

In an instance, he was torn. Someone he had grown to care for torn away from him just like that. Someone he had taken refuge with deemed public enemy #1. To choose seemed impossible. In Ori's eyes, Avi was the enemy. The one to be feared. Warden only tossing fuel to the fire. Penny's collected and matter of fact words so solid.

Even then. He chose to side with Jungolia our of fear.

Fighting alongside them as Penny further proved his intentions, doubting his outlook on the situation. Turning completely once Eric was kidnapped by Penny. Used as nothing more than a weapon. It was infuriating, frustrating in the worst way possible. To see someone he had trusted do something so horrific, so stupid. Subjecting someone Ori had known his entire life to that. Something they had already done for so long. That they'd be haunted by.

Following after the whole of Jungolia into one of Penny's labyrinths and freeing Charlie Nook which was apparently also taken. Ori held no care for them. Freeing Eric alongside everyone else.

## The 2nd Labyrinth:

Falling back into this unproductive boat, Ori was couped up in his home once more. Struggling to process Wingless' death. He was already on his second life. First lost to his own hands. Reminiscing the past. His own world. His universe. His home.

One night, Ori decided to spend a night with Yez as he wrote. They were jumped. Poison and weakness splashed onto their backs, glass shattering. Penny and Van broke in through their window, forcing them onto the ground. Restraining and leading them away from Jungolia. Away from any chance of help.

Penny claimed it was nothing personal, saying they were still friends. Leading them away. Far away. Down to a labyrinth and imprisoned and separated. Penny spoke of what he planned. What he wanted to do. What he planned to do with them. How he planned to use them. To weaponize them.

The thought freaked Ori out, already unstable as is. He had been imprisoned before. But this. This was familiar. Penny's intentions were clear. But not even that was what caused Ori's real fear. The familiarity was what really did. Fearing something so irrational. So stupid. Something that wouldn't happen in a million years. He felt stupid for even thinking it. But he thought it nonetheless.

In his time within that Labyrinth, Ori refused to cooperate. He'd tear up his cell in emotional breaks, hit Penny and Van, and make multiple escape attempts.

That was the place he'd bury his vulnerability. Exploited for his trust in Penny and Van. Beaten, and taunted. Eventually being moved to a bare, cramped room with nothing but obsidian walls and floors. No light. No fresh air. Cased by lava. Ori felt like a child at the big age of nineteen. He felt thirteen again. Stuck in a basement, believing he'd never go home again.

There was a break in reality again, for Ori. Unable to fully ground himself. Haunted by memories and faces all too clear. Faces that were dead. What was real and wasn't was unclear. It almost drove him to madness.

On the day people finally arrived to defeat Penny, Ori and Yez were forced to succumb to the Sculk. To fight everyone they had sided with. Being shoved into corners when it failed.

It felt like months, but once he returned to himself Ori used what strength he had to find everyone else having a standoff with Penny that led to nothing. Simply being set free. Left to find his way home on his own.

## The War and Acerlands:

Ori would leave Jungolia, while still keeping his house for occasional visiting. Stumbling across the ruins of a kingdom, placed awkwardly between a mountain in the collision of the multiverse. One that felt.. almost familiar. A distant sense of nostalgia. This was the kingdom he grew up in, from a universe not his own. Different. Nonetheless it would invoke emotions too complicated to describe at the mere sight.

One old grave would be the cause of so much pain. Guilt for what he had done.

Fixing it up and being it's makeshift leader, never really going out of his way to crown himself or confirm his leadership. He didn't see it like that, but accepted the role when addressed as it reluctantly. Providing temporary shelter for a man named Voslip within the kingdom.

Ori didn't know this man well, he didn't consider him a friend. But a good acquaintance.

Whatever led to the sudden war between this man and Jungolia was beyond him. Ori didn't really know. All he knew was they were apparently bad and trying to kill everyone in Jungolia.. Or something like that. Becoming wary, but not hostile. Not yet.

It was also around this time Ori found out HarmlessAvi was working with someone named ArcAngel. Or better known as Arc. Somebody he knew in his universe, or atleast of version of them. Only catch being that they had no memory of them at the time. Ori said nothing. But agreeing to supply them with resources to help in an upcoming war.

Then, Shooters killed Yezmc for his last canon life. In an instance, a war he had told himself he'd step aside for was one he'd join. Witnessing the murder, chasing Shooters and Voslip out of Acerlands in a like a rabid animal. Ignoring their pleas to why they had killed him, giving up the chase after falling in a ditch outside the walls.

Avi and Arc would arrive shortly afterwards, Ori would agree to fight rather than stand on the sidelines of the war.

On the day of the battle, all of Jungolia and any supporters would gather on top of buildings spread out across the nation. Ori was one of them.

Shooters was the first to show his face, after a brief pause. The fight would begin, in this Arc would be slain once. Then again. Stripping her last two lives away, killing her entirely.

After fighting blindly for some time, Avi would yell to Ori to splash shooters who she was currently fighting with poison. Fumbling for his potions he'd do so, and Avi killed the masked man before Cloud and her killed Voslip. Ending the main battle.

Not long after, Portal. One of the three who had wronged Jungolia was seen. Chased outside the borders and killed. Ending the war.

## Research of Sculk:

Once the war ended, Ori was alone. Anybody he had considered a close friend or somebody he once knew was dead. Blaming himself for Yez's death. He already blamed himself for so many things. It hurt. The pain was debilitating, struggling to get out of bed in the morning and do much at all. He had no objective, no conflict other than what he fought in his own mind.

In this time, Warden was making things far worse. Terrorizing people and terrorizing Ori himself. In attempts to find a way to rid this infection, he set out to make a cure.

Ori was never the brightest, the mere concept of how infections work and the immune system.. all that jazz was like rocket science to him. Being that in his universe that was practically magic. Starting out with researching minor infections all the way up to sculk, struggling with a cure due to how mutagenic it could be. Eventually finding a pretty simple answer. An empty totem. Totems use soul energy to save its users life, and something Ori came across was there was a very low chance for it not to break on use. With that, all an infected person would have to do is hold this item. The totem would naturally pull that soul energy the Sculk has stored up to survive, resulting in it either dying or being forced to follow the energy into the totem.

So he found a cure, and while he did this. There was apparently some sort of prison.. and people in Acerlands got kidnapped. He didn't really know them well, just acquaintances. Ori was out researching and looking for a cure.

When he found it and came back the conflict was already in it's dying stages as prisoners were broke out. But, Yez was revived.

Revived by the scientist in this, prison of sorts. It was a relief. Beyond ecstatic. He wasn't alone anymore, he had Yez. It was enough. The temporary sanctuary of this lifelong friendship, of a reminder that everything was real, a good friend.

## Ghosts:

Something had happened, Ori was unsure. Left with foggy and unclear memories. Ghosts existed now, for some reason. He was happy, he could see Wingless and Arc. But there was this persistent ache. He always had it, but it was just different. The concept of true death being erased by ghosts and.. lack thereof a certain ghost. It was a scar that'd never heal. A wound that would never close. He was bleeding out. Slowly.

Moving to Jungolia Ori would settle down in a tower near the Gurch. Arc was doing.. something, he didn't really know. He wasn't really involved in the conflicts but she was now wanted. A supposed threat.

When she came back as a ghost, Arc could remember him. Their lives, everything. And so he pleaded, begged, practically on his hands and knees for her to just runaway. Go into hiding. That he'd hide her, give her refuge. Somewhere only they'd know. Arc accepted this with reluctance.

Even then, she was still caught and thrown into a prison.

Ori felt like he was just failing. Again, again, and again. He had failed Arc now, he had failed Yez, and then he had failed someone who only loved him. Who he had been through hell and back with. He hurt everybody.

Ori would lose his second life to his own hands. Left on one life.

## Death:

Even with his infection gone. His face still haunted him. His voice, pushing him. Ori had vowed to fight at the mere age of thirteen years old, to his last breath.

When all the colors were black, his voice was there. Not one of malicious intent or some monstrosity that refused to let him be.

Ori wasn't strong enough. He never was. A kid with a sword. A monster for what he had done. That's what they told him. He wanted to be strong. He never wanted to be a child again. He wished he was a different person entirely.

A letter was written, begging Yez and Arc to be stronger than him. For him. Hoping it'd get to Arc, even if she was locked away in a prison. Yez would find it.

He'd lose his last life, to his own hands. With the very sword he once used.

## Revival:

Death was blunt. It was pointless. Being a ghost was no better, even worse. They were still there. Haunting him. Relentlessly, without break. For so, so long. It was so unfair. Why did he get to continue?

It was stupid. All of this didn't matter. Nothing mattered. It was all his fault and he couldn't escape that. There was no way out.

Avi and Wingless would approach him one day, he'd be offered life again. Revival by The Sword of Fallens. There was hesitation because, if he accepted this offer it meant everything he did would mean nothing. That his death wouldn't have been for them but for himself. To try and escape guilt. To escape what he did. A cowards way out.

Ori would accept the offer.

Watching the sword be raised was the worst feeling in the world. Ori didn't know if it was his own instincts screaming at him to avoid a swords sharp blade or what it would do to him.

He was scared. Ori hated being scared. Feeling fear. It meant he was weak. He would never be anything like that again.

"You're probably gonna feel everything at once." Avi had warned. Ori had been stabbed, beaten, shot, and so much more. But he'd rather feel any of those than this ever again.

## Cowboy Arc:

Today would mark the day he'd understand. What was dead was dead. Even if they still followed him, within the recesses of his mind. He'd live with it. With the guilt and shame worn on his heart. Convincing himself he had killed the remnants of a scared girl with a sword.

Disoriented, Ori was alive. To be able to feel anything was overstimulating. To be able to smell the morning dew and feel the ground beneath him. Avi and Wingless sought set out on some sort of adventure, to be cowboy or, something like that. Inviting Ori along. Sythen J and Sprout would join as well.

Leaving Jungolia they'd set out on horseback, settling down at nightfall at a lakeside. Making camp and playing harmless games. It was.. nice. A tension reliever. Ori enjoyed himself. While concerned pillager scouts would find them, the hours everyone was up was nice.

Waking up the following morning and going on a patrol Ori would come back to camp and find an unpleasant surprise. Bounty hunters. Messaging for Avi and Sythen who had been out searching for civilization to come back immediately. Trying to keep them all on one place. With some struggle he stalled long enough for the rest to arrive.

From there Avi and Sythen took over. Standing mostly to the sidelines until the conflict was resolved under the guise that they were not the people they were searching for. Mainly Avi who for some reason had a bounty on her. She had guessed some guy named Peytonix had done it because they had bad blood. Sythen and her argued about the situation for some time before everyone settled in for the night. Ori would take the first watch.

Despite his own thoughts and beliefs he had started out with, it was really the first time in awhile he had gotten a chance to let it all sink it. Beyond the shame, god the guilt.

A longing. Home sickness for something he'd never have again. Someone he'd never truly see again. Someone who's voice he'd never truly hear again. Someone he'd never get to truly love again. Someone he'd never get the chance to truly apologize to.

The memory was so vivid. Ori would do anything to have a second chance. To have them here. To see them again. To apologize. To do so many things. It still was that same old wound. Never healing and always bleeding.