He was found being craddled by his mother, a sheep, red and wet having been just born, the shepherd took his birth as a sign of God. He was taken to the local village church, where he was raised by the holy men and sisters.

The little thing was not born knowing violence, but it was taught that, he was given the name Champion for his prowess in combats in duels and fights. His long sword, the only thing to his name, was an extension of himself; a weapon used to control and quell rebellions and silence any who opposed his masters.

But by far, his most unique trait was his immortality, after a week of a stillness and cold, he resurrects, no matter the injury or death cause. This ability was taken advantage of many times, lamb sacrifices, suicidal missions or combats and in desesperates causes; Champion could provide enough meat to sustain a family.

He met his "end" at a peasant revolt, a crowd too big to be tamed, and with the rebels aware of his antics, stuffed him into an iron coffin and dropped him in the sea. Champion drowned, awakes again, in that dark claustrophobic space, only to shortly gasp for air and die again, he remained in a loop of reviving and dying for millions of years until his prison degraded and the waves guided him to land.

The land burns with neglect, the air is heavy with fire and brimstone, the sky is gone and unveils the red blood sun and the void of space. Humans and civilization is long gone but life has still remained in the form of flesh abominations, giant insects and mollusks, fungal guardians and sky-piercing parasite colonies. At first, Champion doesn't know if he is in Hell or still dreaming, he was taken in by one of the Godlings who gave him shelter, ichor and food, he thanks her and wanders off into the shadows beyond, going to God knows where.

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Remake for my little guy, Champion, who has been neglected for awhile now..