Torang

TORANG"I'm not evil, I'm just ambitious!

 Once upon a time, there were two Tigerics. They had a wonderful little daughter,
until she burned their house down. Her parents, of course, were horrified. They asked all sorts of questions. "How did she do that?", "Why did she do that?", "Why didn't her arson fire abilities stick out more?". Well, I'll tell you how. I was just playing with my Tigeric dolls, and I looked out the window. I saw a mean little Tigeric shouting cussy words at me. I was so mad, my hands were burning! I threw one of my dolls at him, but the doll caught on fire!! Then, he threw it BACK into my room! My room, caught on fire. Then the kitchen. Then my parent's bedroom. Then my dad. I mean, it was funny, but still. After the incident, my mom gave me one last chance to prove I was still not a little brat. I blew it. Like literally. I set my mom on fire, by ACCIDENT. The orphanage took me in, and there was 'Wanted' posters everywhere! When I tried to get ONE honeystick at the local shop, guess what happened? They shooed me out!! The only one who cared about me, was Toliloquy. He was so understanding! He said I had skill for cooking, and then I never set him on fire!! One day, a giant mob of villagers came with signs and pitchforks. "GET OUT, ARSONIST!!" They would scream. I didn't want to disappoint Toliloquy, because he said there was good in me! So I ran. I ran farther than my little legs could carry me. I ran, until I was at the coast of Eerian Islet. There, was an old raft! This could be my escape. I had nothing with me to travel, so I cut down some trees. Well, burned down. But I made a small sailboat! And a paddle! I was finally escaping that dump of an island. Toliloquy appeared behind the trees. "Where you going, sparky?" He grinned, giving me a giant bear-, tiger hug. I wiped my tears. "I'm running away. The village don't want me in their home. I'm going to somewhere where no one will try to kill me." I sniffed, and Toliloquy just gave me a long sad smile. "Whatever works for you, young'un." He handed me a basket of bread and a staff. "Kill all the monsters you need on that new island, and I hope the bread will keep you alive." Then he hugged me and patted me on the back, draping a cloak over my shoulders. "Stay safe, Torang." He waved goodbye as I sailed away. I regretted that. I should've stayed and he could hide me and take care of me. But now I couldn't go back. Now, all I could do was be strong.

Hey! Whaddya still doin' here, huh? Tryin' to poke more into about myself? Well, fine. I mean, it doesn't matter anyways. I'm dead, after all. So whaddya wanna know kid?

 Nasty 7 year old with magic disrupters stabbed me.

 Over 15,000 years! Now don't you go callin' me grandma, or else I'll torch your pants!

 HAHA! No. Well, I had a crush, but it's basically impossible for a Tigeric and a Dragonkind to have children.

 That staff Toliloquy gave me. Still smells like cinammon!

 5 Inches, it's a long story. Basically I died and I was regenerated as a smaller version of myself, so uh, thanks Ebony. Now scat!

 Syyndor, Katzunova, Gorinth, Ava, MAYBE Zenphyr, Vincent (A Long Time Ago, But Not Now), Rey (But She Can Be Annoying), Ebony, Glycon, Quagmire???, And A Couple Tigerics That Didn't Kill Me On Eerian Islet (COUGH COUGH Toliloquy COUGH COUGH Loreian)

 Umbras, who will be mentioned in Book 3!