Hero

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Quentin Trembley

level 30

By Jefferson!

Age 7 years 3 months
Personality neutral
Guild no guild
Monsters Killed about 16 thousand
Death Count 12
Wins / Losses 51 / 12
Bricks for Temple 38.8%
Pet Rocky raccoon Cupil

Equipment

Weapon shiny metal axe +38
Shield ad-blocker +38
Head tin foil hat +38
Body emperor's new clothes +38
Arms Santa's claws +39
Legs dielectric boots of Zeus +39
Talisman Godville citizen's badge +39

Skills

  • elbow bite level 16
  • powerful sneeze level 9
  • forced generosity level 8
  • self-propelled feet level 8
  • liana-eyebrows level 3
  • opacity control level 1

Pantheons

Gladiatorship4313

Achievements

  • Renegade, 1st rank
  • Builder, 2nd rank
  • Champion, 2nd rank
  • Favorite, 2nd rank
  • Animalist, 3rd rank
  • Dueler, 3rd rank
  • Hunter, 3rd rank
  • Invincible, 3rd rank
  • Martyr, 3rd rank
  • Saint, 3rd rank

Hero's Chronicles

What ho, what ho what ho! Things have certainly changed since the presidency, and that’s not due to waking up in the modern day using the power and life sustaining properties of peanut-brittle. No it’s unexpectedly going from Gravity Falls to ending up in this Godville place. Although, I suppose majestically riding ones noble steed backwards into the sunset tends to lead to that sort of thing I’m afraid.

But now the 8th and a half President of the United States is here, now a righteous, invincible drunkard, skilled with either the sword or the biting of the elbows and bravely fleeing from the many monsters that plague this land. Stealing punches and stealing socks, searching for his long lost woodpecker wife (Sandy), burning all trousers or trouser-like equipment on sight and generously handing out as many -12 dollar bills as he can spare…

Who would have thought? Where shall the road take him now? Who knows?
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(2:27 AM
I looked into the kind eyes of the vanquished monster and suddenly decided — Rocky Raccoon, you’ll be my pet! And I’ll call you Cupil. Bandaged his wounds, gave him a treat and fastened the leash.)

BaronNumNums rolled over on a scrap of cloud or something to look over and see what their hero was up to. They were a pretty lenient (not lazy, pfft no, not at all) god whose only concern really was keeping the fool from killing himself and having fun in the arena which Trembley thankfully seemed to take to anyway so it worked out.

“Hm, all limbs intact, no cuts and bruises- hey wait, what the heck is that?”

‘That’ being the furry lump by Trembley’s feet, moving and attached to a hot pink leash.

“I named him Cupil, can I keep him?”, the hero looked up with big puppy-dog eyes BaronNumNums didn’t even know their 8th and a half president was capable of.

There was a moment of silence before, “Just…be responsible and don’t forget to feed him.”

“Oh I will my lady! I will!”

BaronNumNums looked down upon the two and sighed, watching Trembley beaming with pride as Cupil gnawed on the heros big toe, drawing blood.

That poor little critter would’t last a week, they just knew it.
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(07:25 AM
I’m sorry, my Goddess! I promise on my life, I won’t die again!

(05:25 AM
The Double Dragon raised its hand for a deadly final strike against me, when Cupil suddenly threw himself under its feet. The monster stumbled and fell dead on the ground, its neck broken. Cupil was knocked out by the impact of the monster’s carcass. Oh, my Lady, if I don’t bring him back to his senses in time, he’ll lose all his levels and his will to compete!)

BaronNumNums the silently assessed the damage before resurrecting the fallen hero.

“I was asleep. We just wiped out one death counter. What the hell Trembley?”

(08:42 PM
Desperately praying and sacrificing, I made a small miracle and healed my pet’s heavy wounds. Cupil, I’m so glad to see you in good health!)

“And don’t let it happen again!”