Originally taken on in a half-dare, half punishment by the god Jimbob64 庙(U • C • T) , who promised to raise him up to the status of epic legendary hero, never to return until his mission is fulfilled. (Insanity pleas having fallen on deaf ears, Jimbob has now accepted he's probably stuck on the mortal plane forever with only his devoted yet clueless man-child prophet for company.)
About the man himself... like a goldfish, he seems to remember only the last four seconds of his life, at least when inebriated. He tends to live "in the moment" 24/7, regardless. Best described as "7 feet of brawn, beer breath, and blissful apathy" he is said to posess the inner peace of a Zen or Buudhist master... which only makes sense when considering the vast evidence against him ordinarily being capable of more complex thought.
Waaaaaay too easygoing and trusting, in the words of his own god. Once gave 10,000 gold to a complete stranger claiming to be a con man (no doubt) who "needed the money to go straight." No one ever saw that money again. And despite his god once using him for target practice and a lightning rod, he believes to this day that every one of those hits was an accident, and continues to cheer his god on when this happens, firmly believing "his aim will improve eventually."
Honestly, Gary-sue seems to have a good deal of trouble processing the idea that someone might wish to harm or provoke him. Which is at once fortunate and unfortunate, given how grating the constant puppy-like cheer and trust can be after about -'scuse me. ZAP! that long.
Originally born in a small dwelling in Bumchester, as a very small child he and his family were forced to move out because they could no longer afford the rent for their home- which by the way was free. Inheirited the same drinking habits as the rest of his family. Luckily for him, however, he has something his family never did before: a god who promised to look after him. Even if a very reluctant and sarcastic one at times. Because when it comes to omnipotent guardian spirits, a half-hearted attempt to help by a lazy one is better than none at all.
To be continued. Rambling's done for now.
Blah be blah de blah put something here for real once I explain how come his rocky raccoon is both legally his father now and authorized to make end-of-life decisions for him. Introducing the topic is probably going to be the biggest challenge.
MAKING @*#& UP...