Fenderman

Status: Alive

Alignment: Chaotic Neutral

One day deep in the woods of extus, a young guitarist lady was stirring within the trees. Little did she know, she was not the only one nearby.

She had heard an angered voice calling out for her; fiercly shouting at her to retrieve something for it. She was utterly horrified at the sight of this man. He was tall, lanky, and some would even say... willowy. As it inched closer and closer, the only thing staying its hand was the light emitted by her torch; only to her shock and horror when she would bump into another man, almost exactly identical to the other one. In stark opposition, this one shouted at her to not touch any of his precious artifacts.

The woman would go back and forth, aiming her flashlight at both of them to stun them while she thought of a plan; and that, she did. In order to confuse the both of them, she proceeded to stick whatever artifacts she had on nearby trees, using the sap as an adhesive. Her reasoning being that the first man wanted her to be offensive by taking his belongings, whereas the other was defensive and wanted her to keep her hands off said belongings. Her goal was to try and create an equilibrium to confuse and/or satisfy the both of them; by giving instead of taking. Neither of the two men knew what to do and the both of them stood in shock. They were in so much shock their faces started to melt, with their rest of their bodies following suit. Once all was said and done, they had merged into a puddle and later reformed from it. At this time, the woman was long gone. However, the combination of offense and defense had just then cemented its new identity; the Fenderman.

Nobody knows where he is. The only thing that is known is the fact that nobody has successfully killed him.