"I have taken it upon myself to reinstate the reign of laughter, in health I have returned, and soon the people will remember the reason why they burn"
If you're interested, here's what I got figured out of their backstory and junk down below:
Keeharl was born with a gift, at first unknown to them or their parents. They had many strange abilities such as being able to communicate with all living creatures, and more that Keeharl would find out about later in life. For a very long time the extent to their abilities was unknown, and most bewildering, neither of their parents held any of the same abilities. No signs of magic. So when Keeharl's parents did find out about them their expectations were set high for their little Beanish.
They pushed them to become a part of the royal guard, thinking that their magic could do some good for the kingdom's defenses. But Keeharl never found interest in any of that, no, their gaze fell upon the joys that were tv, cartoons, circus shows, theater, and so on. Keeharl wanted to create laughter, not violence. But their parents persevered, pulling their attention away from the big screen (both metaphorically and literally) and once more pushed him to be a knight.
Sign ups for Keeharl went about as well as you would expect for someone who had a relatively sedimentary life. It all went horribly for them at first, but then something clicked in their mind. Recalling back to all the times they had watched cartoons about heroes and warriors, astoundingly using entertainment as reference improved their performance greatly. They wormed their way into knighthood, and yet it was still a job they didn't much care for. They used their position in hopes of seeing if they couldn't get closer to the royal court. To see if they couldn't work their way into the position of court jester.
It never happened, nay. Left working a job they didn't want at the top of their class. Until what became a dooming event for most became a miracle for them. (this is where it goes into hc M&L history territory) During the big war between the Green Beanish and the Vampiric Beanish, Keeharl had come face to face with the ancient Dragohoho that laid waste to half of Oho Oasis' ocean and made what we know as Teehee Valley. To their dismay fancy swords don't do much for giant ancient dragons, and they were one of the first to fall. More specifically they had gotten much too close and was swiftly eaten.
Their armor had protected them for so long, but being weary they had collapsed for some time. When they awoke they were still alive and in the belly of the beast. using their magic they forced the Dragohoho to laugh until it's stomach hurt, causing it to cough up Keeharl. Reasonably the Dragohoho was confused and bewildered, but was quickly replaced by frustration. With some scrapes and some impressive acrobatics Keeharl managed to survive the dragon's wrath long enough to communicate with them and convince them to talk.
As it turns out the Dragohoho was tired of the racket the war was making and wanted to try and disrupt it. It expressed feelings of disgust, as the Green Beanish were repeating what had happen to its kind as well. Pushing them into hiding so they could expand, deeming them dangerous. It's kind is rarely ever seen, and hardly has the room to grow. Keeharl saw this as a once and a life time opportunity. After all they were sick of their job as a knight. They struck a deal. If they can form a partnership the Dragohoho would get their penance, and Keeharl would finally be able to get the spotlight they so desperately desired.
Their bond grew over the years, Keeharl and the dragon. they've even babysat for the little hatchling once or twice. The years passed with them being thought dead, only to rear their heads years later with a new gig. After befriending many a beasty, making their own weapons and devices, and honing their magic, they appear every now and then to wreak havoc on towns and villages for their own entertainment. Masking themselves and taking up the name Hecklensnyde, they commit acts of destruction with circus acts, monsters, and magic tricks. One of their favorites is using the Beanish's most precious things against them: laughter. They force their enemies to laugh so hard that they become virtually immobilized, unable to do anything else and watch as they destroy without rhyme or reason. No goal in mind, just their on whims.
In the end they're just a Beanish so far gone in their own delusion, living out what they saw behind a glass screen in hopes of achieving their own game of cat and mouse. All just for a farce. Awaiting a hero come and stop them. for as whimsically uncaring as they may seem, at least they're still nice to the beasts they befriended. They might as well be one their selves. Perhaps, it's a message about changing the formality... perhaps not.
