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Original Character from my current favorite game, Rimworld.

(stats from later in game)

On a backwater Rimworld farm, good honest workers seem like a rarity- and you can't put a price on family. Ade 'Rare' Snave's parents had finally saved up enough credits for a bionic arm. The young man had endured a simple and clunky prosthetic ever since being caught in a gruesome timber wolf attack. That was all going to change that day- far more than he anticipated.

The harsh whistling of wind and the unbearable heat of re-entry ravaged the stripped escape pod. Flashing red lights, rather than the clean lights of hospital he had been at hours ago, greeted Rare in his wild descent. He would never know what happened between the events of the surgical center and the drop-pod. An organ harvest gone wrong? Or perhaps his parents didn't have the money after all. A judgement for their debts finally delivered? None of that mattered when the decommissioned drop-pod flared in vain and struck the thawing soil of an otherworldly forest. Consciousness left him for the second time that day.

Days turned to weeks. Rare barely knew how to start a fire, let alone cloth or defend himself. His attempts at construction made the crumbling stone ruins he called home look like palace. But he didn't give up. Unable to hunt, he foraged and even planted a garden of his own. A reminder of home. But this was not his home. He could hide atop the stone structure from wild animals but when raiders came to see the source of his smokey campfire, he could only run. Anything he had of value...sentimental value, was lost in the arson.

This repeated for weeks--until he finally met a friendly face. Their combined efforts made survival a reality. More joined them, mostly friendly wanderers. They made bonds just as they made their settlement.
A home? Rare likes to think so. It had been a year since his unexplained deposit on this rimworld. Tending the colony's field near the stunning flower meadow he thinks that maybe, just maybe, he could get used to this.

Description
Original Character from my current favorite game, Rimworld.

(stats from later in game)

On a backwater Rimworld farm, good honest workers seem like a rarity- and you can't put a price on family. Ade 'Rare' Snave's parents had finally saved up enough credits for a bionic arm. The young man had endured a simple and clunky prosthetic ever since being caught in a gruesome timber wolf attack. That was all going to change that day- far more than he anticipated.

The harsh whistling of wind and the unbearable heat of re-entry ravaged the stripped escape pod. Flashing red lights, rather than the clean lights of hospital he had been at hours ago, greeted Rare in his wild descent. He would never know what happened between the events of the surgical center and the drop-pod. An organ harvest gone wrong? Or perhaps his parents didn't have the money after all. A judgement for their debts finally delivered? None of that mattered when the decommissioned drop-pod flared in vain and struck the thawing soil of an otherworldly forest. Consciousness left him for the second time that day.

Days turned to weeks. Rare barely knew how to start a fire, let alone cloth or defend himself. His attempts at construction made the crumbling stone ruins he called home look like palace. But he didn't give up. Unable to hunt, he foraged and even planted a garden of his own. A reminder of home. But this was not his home. He could hide atop the stone structure from wild animals but when raiders came to see the source of his smokey campfire, he could only run. Anything he had of value...sentimental value, was lost in the arson.

This repeated for weeks--until he finally met a friendly face. Their combined efforts made survival a reality. More joined them, mostly friendly wanderers. They made bonds just as they made their settlement.
A home? Rare likes to think so. It had been a year since his unexplained deposit on this rimworld. Tending the colony's field near the stunning flower meadow he thinks that maybe, just maybe, he could get used to this.