Curly's Backstory, v.1
#1 of Curly's Backstory
I imagine there'll be more versions than this one, but this is what I wrote just a few minutes prior. Hope you enjoy! :3
One morning, the sun refused to shine.
Helios, in all his mighty power, could not persuade the fiery disc to begin its daily circuit. Nothing was working. The people below soon grew anxious, then angry, then terrified. "Our god has abandoned us!" they cried, "We've been left to rot and die!" And so, Helios simply...gave up. His work was meaningless if the people would not believe in him. He needed something, or someone, to take his place, both in blame and in responsibility.
So he found a wife, and they had a child. They called him Aidan.
The child aged rather quickly, as gods often do. His father told him to adopt an image the people would like. He chose that of an able-bodied teenage boy, following the tradition of the heroes before him. The people needed a savior, and a good-looking one was more acceptable than an amorphous blob of fire and light. Lo and behold, the child swooped down and yanked the sleeping sun back into its rightful place in the sky.
And the people rejoiced.
They feasted for a month, named the month after him, and named three boys (and one very confused girl) after him. And he drank it up. Every last little bit.
That's when he discovered he wanted more.
It just so happened that one day, the sun once again refused to shine. But Aidan was nowhere to be found. The people called out to him, prayed to him, got on their knees and begged...but nothing happened. For a whole twenty-four hours, the sky was dark. Then suddenly, out of nowhere, Aidan appeared, ripped the sun up into the sky once again, and stood to receive his praise.
The people were less than happy. They cursed him and defamed his altars in their temples. They struck his name from all the records and blotted him from history.
Then they stopped believing in him. His father knew that with no followers to support him, he would simply cease to be. He was useless without his people. As a preventative measure, he stripped the child of his godhood, forced him into a more earthy form, and cast him from the heavens, never to return again. He was to forever walk the earth as a two-legged dog-thing, much to the revolt and surprise to anyone who crossed his path. It forced him to be rather hermetic.
Though some found him...enticing.
To appease them, and fit in with this new society that was growing up around him, he adopted the nickname Curly to use around his friends. He saw a great many good friends come and go, and felt a certain sense of loss as each friendship passed him by. He vowed he would never falsely represent himself again, lest he repeat the mistake that cost him his family.
This, my friends, is his story.