《Accessing Speaker Archives》¤ 《Retrieving Guardian # XXX-XXXXX-43AA's File》¤ 《File retrieved》¤ 《CLASSIFIED INFO》 《FOR VANGUARD AND SPEAKER EYES ONLY》 《Keep away from said guardian until conditions are met》 ... .... ..... [NAME] Andred Infinitirodan'Agrovar ... . [RACE] Human ... [GUARDIAN CLASS] "Warlock" .... [AGE AT FIRST DEATH] XX6 ... ... [GOLDEN AGE BIOGRAPHY] 《MAY NOT BE COMPLETELY ACCURATE》¤ .... ....... ..... Andred was born to a Human couple in the region now known to us as, "The Great American Plains", in the area that is now called, "The San And'reeas bay,". The Human child became quickly immersed in studying the many great Encyclopedias and Noble tomes of the Age. The boy was an anti-social,self-inflicted outcast, primarily due to his cruelty and unrepentant nature. His group of enemies tripled in size as he reached into adolescence as his wickedness grew as well. He would come home to his Family daily with new bruises, lacerations, and small cuts due to his provocations that incited very harmful reactions from his enemies. Andred continued on as always, falling behind in school, taunting others, hurting his peers, and then finally slinking back home where he would engross and immerse himself in his studies, his mind consuming the knowledge with a ravenous and insatiable appetite. This went on for many years and One day, he finally graduated and majored in Traveler-Fieldmesh Mechanics, easily scoring a good job designing Hadron Condensers, and Baryon manipulators. This field was rapidly expanding and being inserted into prototype fieldweaves, which Golden Age Warlocks found out, that it would supplement and support their powers. {{Scavenged Memory #1}} Andred watched the Warlocks with jealousy in his eyes. He envied them, these guardians wallowing about with all sorts of knowledge engrained by the traveler. The man regained his cruel streak. "If I can't be a warlock, NO ONE CAN", he ranted to a Co-worker. He set to work sabotaging the latest fieldweave that entered his station, before heading to the marketplace to deliver the deadly wares to an unsuspecting Warlock. However as he approached the Warlock, who was all well-attired with his helmet covering his unknown face, the Warlock did something peculiar. "I want to inspect your wares with my own eyes, if it doesn't seem too wierd" he said removing his mask. Andred was surprised, the Warlock was actually female. He felt a feeling he had never felt before, and then he felt guilt. The Guardian seemed content and gave Andred a small smile, she feeling satisfied that this field weave was what she ordered. She was about to pay Andred, when the man nervously bellowed, " Oh Dear goodness, I'm an idiot!". The sudden outburst startled the Guardian, before staring at him with bemusement. "I messed up your order.. I'm sorry but it isn't yours..., I am very sorry about it" , he said as he tried to stop the transaction. "Are you sure? IIIIt sure loooooks like my order", the Warlock replied. "We've been backed up lately. . You know a-and you know there's all sorts of mix ups... Tell you what, Give it back and I'll get your real order to you by tomorrow". ,Andred said as retrieved the field weave from the Guardian "Sounds like a deal, Meet you Same place tomorrow?" ,The female Warlock inquired. "Definitely" , The man said before leaving the market place, his hands laden with sabotaged wares, and a mind filled with a strange new feeling. {{End Memory Reconstruction}} The man diligently went to work, repairing the field weave, and once done returned to the marketplace where he met the Warlock again.He delivered it and was paid for the endeavor. Whereupon he started to leave. However the Warlock called him back. The two chatted and became great friends for years to follow. She being the one to instill kindness and warmth into his heart and responsible for driving his dark thoughts and maliciousness out. More years came to pass and the two found partners and married them. However their bond of friendship continued to burn brightly. The man had sired 3 children with his spouse and retired from his job, his savings enough to tide him over. He noted how ordinary his life had been, working his nine to five job, settling down to get married and the fact that those two things are the only legacy he's really had. However Andred realized that though it may be ordinary, his life was rather well secured and that he loved not having to worry about his next meal. Though he found himself often reminiscing about his early years where his maliciousness certainly livened the day and ensured no day was ever truly the same day.Then the sirens came. 《Data Chunk 1 Done》 《Loading Chunk 2》