Pre-borg:
Hoel was born to a wealthy family. An only child, he was spoiled beyond his imagination. He got every toy, every pet, every thing he ever wanted. He developed a rude, brash personality, one that often pushed people away from him. He had very few friends, but his stuck-up nature made him blissfully unaware of his peer’s general dislike of him. He was lonely, but he didn’t know why. He developed a deep jealousy of people around him who were able to have a strong, close bond with another- specifically siblings. He thought if he had a brother, he wouldn’t be so lonely.
His father made his fortune in weapon manufacturing. High-quality guns, bombs, and other deadly goods are what his corporation specialized in. As Von rose to power, Hoel’s family pledged their allegiance- and their armory- to the soon-to-be-god.
When he was 16, Hoel’s life changed forever. He was exploring one of his father’s manufacturing plants- his loneliness led him to do many odd things in his free time. However, as Hoel was exploring the plant, it was overrun with thieves, anarchists, and perhaps even early rebels. They created a battle-ground of the conveyor belts. Bullets flying. Swords clashing. Bombs detonating.
The young Hoel was caught up in an explosion and-for all intensive purposes- died. Each of his limbs were lost.
Then, by the intervention of a certain doctor, Hoel was allowed to live. This mysterious doctor gave Hoel the cybernetic limbs he ahs to this day. The procedure saved Hoel’s life. The doctor finished the procedure, and left Hoel.
Perhaps that doctor was not aware that the trauma of the explosion did more than just hurt Hoel physically, but it also wrecked his brain. When Hoel woke up, he couldn’t remember who he was, or even what he was. He forgot almost everything about the world around him. He could speak and understand the people around him, but he had no idea what they were talking about. Guns? Hands? Hoel had forgotten everything.
Waking up in the strange operation room, scared, not knowing anything… Hoel only felt one thing: Alone. Maybe the only bit of his past life that lived through that terrible explosion, Hoel’s terrible loneliness persisted. So, he left the room he was in- the first room he’d ever seen, and went to explore the new world around him.
He began traveling town from town, effectively living as a traveling Hobo. He lived of scrapes, donations, sometimes even trash. If his former self could have seen him- well he would not be pleased at all! Hoel didn’t mind it though- he had nothing to compare it to. Every place he went though there were always racists. People who would put him down, spit on him, tease him for being a cyborg. Although he didn’t know why this was a bad thing, Hoel became very self conscious of his cybernetic limbs. He began dressing so that his limbs-specifically his robotic joints- were covered. He didn’t want anyone to know-just from looking at him, that he was a cyborg.
After a little while of this traveling, Hoel was offered a job which woud give him food, shelter, and company. Starved for all three, Hoel graciously accepted, and soon began his work as a slave. It was through the physical work as a slave that Hoel learned that his cybernetic limbs- the same limbs that ‘outed’ him a s a cyborg so many times before- were very strong. Hoel could lift multiple pillars at once with ease. He was actually content with life as a slave. Unfortunately, Hoel didn’t always know the limits of his strength, and would occasionally cause more damage than he was worth. He was sold from owner to owner often. A few times, he was asked to do criminal things with his strength, but his general naïveté always ended up getting him caught or failing the mission. Eventually he was sold to a mechanic, who wanted to disassemble him and sell off his parts. Hoel, terrified, ran. He ran for the first time in his life. He ran to the port and saw a large about to set sail. He had never seen a ship before, but were generally aware of their functions from stories he’d been told. He decided to stow away.
When the ship set sail, however, Hoel learned this wasn’t the kind of ship he’d been used to… It was a pirate ship. He wasn’t aware fo what ‘pirates’ were, but knew that anyone would be peeved to find a stowaway, so he tried to hide.
He failed. His clever plan to hind underneath the main stairwell, in which every step had a small opening and could see right through, did not succeed and he was soon caught and brought to the ship’s captain.
The captain had a strange presence. She as strong willed and confident, and you could tell just by seeing her that she strong. Instead of being scared, however, Hoel simply smiled around her. She was…really cool. The captain took a liking to Hoel, and agreed to let hi join her crew. Hoel was ecstatic.
Unfortunately, his stay on the Calit was short lived. The next port the ship stopped at, the ship was attack by Von’s forces, for reasons unknown to Hoel. He and the captain escaped, and fled. In the confusion of the flee, Hoel and the Captain were separated. From then on, Hoel began traveling alone once again.
Eventually, Hoel found himself in the middle of a large city. He lived in the slums quite some time, once again content with just the ability to live. The city was a melting pot of sorts, drawing crowds from all over. Some, strict followers of the new god, and some less-than-faithful people. Hoel had no strong feeling towards Von, although he was slightly upset that her followers attacked her friends ship for seemingly-no-reason. Because of the close quarters that these believers and non believers shared, the city was ripe with politically-fuelled violence.
One particularly bad night, Hoel was attacked by bandits, racists who hated cyborgs. This wasn’t the first time Hoel needed to defend himself, and was ready to fight them off, but then they showed up. A group of people- only slightly older than the now-18 year old cyborg- intervened and defeated the bandits quite quickly. They introduced themselves: Dimitrius, Evie, and Percival. Hoel began thanking them immediately, to which Percival responded “Don’t worry about it, bro.”
Something in Hoel’s mind clicked. ‘bro.’ Like, brother. ‘He called me bro.’ Hoel instantly became attached to them and told them he wanted to help anyway he could.
From then on, it’s only natural that Hoel joined the Rebellion. He will do anything to help his friends, especially his Big Bro!
