BeastlyBrock

The lost baby, The wondering child.
After the near extinction of the Vulpur many years ago there was a small camp home to a group of Vuls in hiding from a group of terrible bandits from the north, they ransacked it and a child was abducted by the group of bandits then presumably sold to the ice elves in Anglunia. This baby was Brock, He's childhood was unlike most, he knew he was not the same as most in Anglunia he had bright orange fur and a tail with a twist on the end of it. As he grew older he would change cities every so often working from bars to taverns in many different cities. Working behind the bar of taverns he learned how to talk to people, he quickly became a good talker. Just before he reached adulthood, he was taken under wing by a hard-working Anglunian Brewer, Plummeo. Plummeo not only taught Brock how to use a cauldron and barrel but he also taught him to drink, this lead Brock on a path he'd never expect.

The Stumbling Drunk.
On another tour of Anglunia Brock found himself in the town of Arrowfell drinking with the locals, he got lost and started stumbling through the dark oak forests of Three Fingers. He stumbled his way into a small village with just a small population. This was the village of Athina, the hosts of this city took Brock in as one of their own. He'd never felt so welcome in a town. So after some talking Brock was able to convince the Prince of this village to build him a tavern as he knew he had the experience to run it.

Humble Beginnings.
Seemingly overnight The Humble Beginnings Tavern was built for Brock. He quickly moved in to a room upstairs and set up a downstairs bar and underground brewery. He worked tirelessly trying to learn all the new drinks he could as his teacher never gave him a single recipe, only hints for him to decipher. Brock quickly realized brewing was a full-time job and he no longer had time to farm anything to brew his drinks. Brock met a lot of people coming through the city, one was a farmer by the name of Altrnmill, Brock had made a deal with him for wheat, sugar, and glass for all the booze he can drink at the tavern. Brock didn't leave that brewery until he had obtained quite the knowledge for brewing.

Enclosing Walls.
Brock was worried about the ever-growing threat of bandits raiding his tavern and felt unsafe behind Athinas short cobble walls. He scouted an area in between Athina and Arrowfell that was perfect for a new city with high walls. With help from some close friends, they had built up some tall stone walls and just like that Brock became a Prince/Onsyr of Angluina. Hes new city Aethon was always meant to be a city for the people, the outer walls were supposed to be covered in the citizens coulors, banners or anything that represented them, sadly Brock was the only one to put his face on the wall. The whole project was supposed to be a joint effort with the Prince of Athina and the other Athina citizens, something had changed in the prince of Athina he never saw Aethon for what it was. A newer safer city that would connect to the village, a way to gain power in the county of Three Fingers. Instead, the Athinian prince saw it as a complete take over and abandoned Athina unclaiming everything leaving all the citizens to suffer attacks from bandits and Miles left to become a bandit himself. Brock was in a hard place after this, he had lost a good friend who stabbed him in the back, and most of the citizens had left due to bandits, the village of Athina would never see new faces again. It was sucked up as farming district by Aethon shortly after.

Finding home.
Brock found himself on numerous benders all around Eldham traveling the world in search of the best brewers and breweries. He had seen almost every bar, restaurant or tavern that was advertised around this time. He came across a casino in the city of Vulthalla, where he met for the first-time people that looked just like him, Vulpur. The first Vulpur he met was the Mayor of Vulthalla, Kyxzr. He was running the casino. He offered Brock copious amounts of Cocaine but no booze as he didn't have a brewery or a bartender in the city. Brock offered his partnership in exchange for a new tavern to be built for him in Vulthalla. Kyzxr was a master builder, and it took him no time at all to build and furnish the Vulthalla Tavern, upstairs Brocks personal quaters and a meeting room perfect for any meetings they might have in Vulthalla. Brock had finally met his best friend Kyzxr, they toured Vulpinia together for neither of them had not seen too much outside of Vulthalla. They meet lots of new people along the way. During a tour in Tildivul they stopped at a place formally known as The Busy Bee, a tavern with the nicest brewery he had ever seen! It was brewers paradise; with its own farms this brewery was completely self-sufficient. The tavern used to be owned by another great brewer that had gone missing long ago, Blackleaf. It had been left untouched as there was no one in Vulpinia that could run it. Until now.

Someone Special.
Brock had joined Vulpinia a month before Nuncio abdicated from the throne, when Westeos stepped up to the throne he brought a new life to Vulpinia, encouraging many Vulpinians to step up the ladder themselves, Brock was offered a role as a journalist asking him to help write the Vulpin Tribune. Brock was already good at talking to people, and he had joined many friendship circles already he was quickly able to find good stories to write to keep Vulpinia flowing with news. His first ever article was always his favourite piece, an interview with the daughter of Captainwesteros and heir to the throne, Shib. The interview was held on the walls of Tildivul, it was a beautiful night with gentle snow falling from the sky. Shib she had fled Vulpinia in hope to keep the Vulpur safe from the relentless outsiders that were out to harm her, but in doing so she took a huge loss to her net worth and had lost so much she had worked very hard to obtain. The interview was held on her return, Brock could tell Shib was beginning to become reclusive and not have the motivation to keep going. So, he did his best to bring life back into Shib, to motivate her to push on and stay strong, and so they had gotten very close. The very first FestiVul was held sometime after this, there was a tournament held and a great after party held afterwards in the Tildivul hall, Brock had supplied the whole party with the finest booze! Brock proposed to Shib that night at the party, in front of all their friends, it was a shared happy moment for everyone, especially for Brock as he knew he could see the life he had brought back into Shib.

Overgrowing.
The city of Sparport had been founded by SpecterRed long before Brock joined Vulpinia, and long since abandoned, so long that a giant tree the size of a castle had begun to grow in the city. Brock had visited many times and knew his way around the abandoned city quite well. With Shib outgrowing her house in Tildivul the both of them decided to work on Sparport, together they built up new roads and new houses for other Vuls to move into, Shib had also built Shibrock Manor for the two to move into. Before long Sparport was a busy city with new citizens all over the place, all the houses were taken up and almost all the room to build inside the walls was taken up. The new citizens all looked up to Brock, especially one who he had taken under his wing as a BrewMaster, Blake, she would open the first shop in Sparport, Portside Tavern. Brock really wanted to do his best to make his citizens proud and he wanted to do everything he could to help the Vulpur and the nation of. So, he ran for the Vice Valar/Chancellor election, after a long campaign and many debates with his main competitor and good friend Duskamitas it was finally time for the elections to be announced. Brock had won with a staggering 64% of the vote! The people seemed to love him, and he would not let them down. Brock seemingly had everything he could have ever wanted, A bustling city full of great citizens, A position where he could help people and to share a house with an amazing Vulpur. The only thing he was missing was his family he never knew.

A familiar tail.
After many years of building up Sparport and helping the development of Vulpinia Brock would spark a major boom in Vulpinia quickly making one of the largest nations in the south. Sparport had grown Immensely in just a short amount of time becoming the busiest city in Vulpinia, the city had almost become a sub-capital, especially being so close to Tildivul. Brock received a letter from the old Valar and patriarch of Vulpinia Nuncio Yolcotl, congratulating him on all his hard work and requesting he visit him in Vetervul. He had not seen him since he abdicated from the throne, that is until he received a letter from him asking him to meet him in his palace. Brock went to see the old Vul, he was in his office surrounded by stacks of books and letters Nuncio had become reclusive locking himself away since he abdicated. He had been searching for something, letters with seals from nations all over the world were scattered all over the office. Brock picked up an unfinished letter from Nunc, the letter says Nuncio is searching for a long-lost son, an orange Vul with green eyes. Nunc gets up from his desk to look at Brocks eyes. “It really is you; I’ve been looking for you since I stepped down as Valar, and you’ve been here right under my nose all these years now.” Remarked Nunc; Brock looks back at the letter describing the features of Nunc s lost son, “I should have known just from our tails, look how similar they are.” Explains Nuncio. “you’re the baby I lost more than 22 years ago, look how far you’ve made it on your own, you are a true Yolcotl.”