From the Journal of Flan Owlwood
"I loved my parents growing up! Dad liked developing explosives and poisons for the council and mom LOVED to bake. They both wanted me to follow in their footsteps and taught me what they knew. Sometimes dad would take me out to the fields and we’d test out the poisons and explosives he’d help me make. I never quite got the hang of poisons, but dad always said I had a knack for explosives. As for mom, she loved baking so much that she even named me Flan! She said naming me that was the only time she could make flan, but other than that she could make any other dessert, pastry, or baked goods! Dad was also part of a guild that was basically a second family to us, and once I mastered my explosives a bit more, I would get to join the guild once Dad and the guild thought I was ready.
That day came sooner than any of us were hoping. Mom took dad out to go get more ingredients. I was 10 and dubbed old enough to be home alone. I was baking bread when dads best friend came over and told me. They were dead. He wouldn't tell me how or why, he probably thought I wasn’t ready. After that day I locked myself in the house for weeks. I finally left when I ran out of baking ingredients and supplies for my artillery. Dads old friend had been waiting for me. I was going to join the guild now, they would supply me with money I would need to keep up my trade, and the council is letting me stay in my family home alone, as long as my guild checked up on me at least once a week.
I joined the guild and worked on perfecting my explosives and projectiles. When I wasn’t working with them, I was baking. It was my best way of staying sane. To thank the guild for everything they’ve done for me, I brought them various sweets. They were a big hit and was suggested I sell them. The town loved them. The merchant food guild offered me membership as well, but the other guild was my family, and I wasn’t leaving them quite yet. Because of that, they wouldn’t allow me to continue selling my baked goods and I spiraled back into depression. I was making a pie at home when an idea struck me. What if I combined my two passions? Pies and cakes that explode in peoples faces? Muffins that kaboom and flaming berries shot out. I sequestered myself at home again for a month. The guild knew I was fine when they heard explosions in the field and heard my cries of triumph.
At 15, the pain has ebbed. I still think of my parents, but the pain has lessened severely. I created my Booming Baked goods. The council and guard use them to fight our enemies and I live in comfort in my childhood home.
Now, at 20, everything seems right with the world. I live a comfortable lifestyle. Making dangerous baked goods for work and enemies, but sweet treats for friends and my new family, but something is off. I just have this feeling that something is about to happen, something bad. Something that is going to change things."
The Story Goes On
Flan's weapon of choice is pies in various flavors that explode in different types of attacks. Due to his bipolar disorder, love for explosives, and "girlfriend" Ruxi, he is currently wanted in two different cities within the Heung Empire
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