Marty Toto

Marty Toto, the grandson of Tori Toto was a child of two different cultures; his father was rumoured to be one of the last Western Sergals alive, but his mother was a Southern Sergal, giving him a mixed parentage.

Like his father and grandfather, Marty was a supporter of the movement group, Sabi no Wa, due to his family's history of helping Nevreans. Coaxed on by friends and his father, Marty became a radical supporter which eventually led him to lose his right arm in 90 RC. In the ten years that followed through the emotional turmoil that claimed him, he has settled down at a restaurant as a cashier.

Appearance
Marty is a Western Sergal and Southern Sergal hybrid; his father was one of the last pureblood Westerns, whilst his mother was a pureblood Southern. Because of this, Marty shares characteristics of both these different people. Unlike his father's green fur, and his grandfather's blue fur, Marty has since mellowed to the union of mint and brown to have a strange, unique pigmentation that is uncommon to the people of Gold Ring.

Due to his upbringing, Marty's attire and hairstyle has been more or less afflicted by every culture on Tal. Though he used to wear stolen GRVC armour which was adorned with old Shigu pieces back when he was 10, nowadays he has loosened up his youthful 'fashion' choices for more sleek ones. Thanks to the heat of Gold Ring, he's usually seen wearing a tank top and some baggy trousers, but more often than not seen wearing a poncho to cover his arm.

That saying, this hybrid appears a little self-conscious of the most noticeable thing about him - his right arm, or more appropriately, lack thereof. Lost ten years past to the mistakes he made as a youth, Marty usually conceals his stub of a right arm underneath a poncho with his other arm so nobody can judge him. Regardless, it appears that he lost his arm halfway down the bicep, and so moving his right stub is hardly ever seen.

Personality
Although Marty grew up in a peaceful time with no wars waging, time had not yet settled all racial bigotry in the land - nor had the scars from the past been fully healed. Due to the fact he was raised by his grandfather, Tori, he grew up on stories of the past. This upbringing led him to feel budding anger and hatred towards Northern Sergals, who in his eyes had - for the most part - were not chased for reprimations for the utter annihilation of his ancestors.

Thanks to youthful anger in him, and the dispondant and agreeing attitude of his father, Marty grew up hateful of Northern Sergals and commited crimes in his youth against Shigu supporters and members of the Dukedom. He stole from the Vigilance Committee, assaulted people, and robbed rich Northerners. This only stopped when he was 10 in 89 RC when a full-fledged skirmish led to the deaths of his father, his friend Ruby's father, and the loss of his right arm.

Distraught by the loss of so many people thanks to his brashness, Marty became a recluse. Years were wasted spent taking narcotics, drinking, and selling himself out to brothels for easy money -- regardless of the fact he got little customers thanks to his arm. He eventually slumped out of his depression when he was 16, and from thereon swapped between jobs. He has since been unable to make friends since, and he keeps mostly to himself. Nowadays he wears a poncho almost always to conceal his right arm so no one can see the daily reminder he has of the mistakes he made in the past.

History
Marty Toto was born in 89 RC in the western portion of Gold Ring to his father, Shin Toto, and a Southern sergal named Yuria. Thanks to the greater Nevrean population in this side of the city, Marty grew up and was raised primarily in a 'daycare' which was run by his grandfather, Tori. Aside from being fond of his grandfather, throughout his early years of life he was taught music and, perhaps most importantly to him, history.

Tori taught the children - including Marty - of the past, and due to people's constant queries about the old Sergal, he was also told of Tori's past. From his youth he learned of the great war, of Rain Silves, the genocide of their people and the flight from Nevrea to Gold Ring. He had learned alongside the younger Ruby, a Nevrean friend of his, of both their grandfather's exploits; Tori's loss of his first love, Parsha, a Native Nevrean who had "feathers as blue as the sky at night", his father, Shin, to whom Marty's own father is named after, and the destruction of their town, Jechi, at the hands of the Shigu.

He was even told about Tori's struggles in Gold Ring - and, perhaps most importantly, the death of Ruby's grandfather Rukh, who was another one of Tori's closest friends at the hands of Shigu fanatics. Regardless of the fact that his grandfather had overcome these struggles over time and had forgiven the Northern for their actions, Marty did not. He felt an anger swell in his chest at the trauma his father and grandfather had gone through. He had languished to the hate of being a half-breed. At the age of seven, triggered by a Northern Sergal bully, Marty was fixtated on this consuming hatred to the point he abandoned his schooling to aid radical Sabi no Wa members.

He spend the next three years smuggling, stealing and mugging Northern sergals, but his exploits did not simply centre on citizens of the Dukedom. He stole from the Gold Ring Vigilance Commitee and took their uniforms to wear as his own, and eventually trained himself to use a longsword against dondokos in the desert. Although he was intervened by his father - who kept Marty's dangerous path hidden from his grandfather - to stop this, Marty did not.

His refusal would eventually be the undoing of the entire Toto family.

At the age of ten, Marty had managed to coerice his friend Ruby - who himself had his own reservations about the Shigu and Sabi no Wa, where he preferred to view himself as a Native and denounce that Urbanisation of their people had led to their current predicament - and more importantly his father to 'protest' against wartime Shigu supporters who revelled in the idea of being great like they did in the past. Their demonstration soon turned to violence in the north-west part of Gold Ring, consuming a street in fire and damages, and the deaths of several civilians.

This protest - known now as the Blaze of Sailzane - took the life of Ruby's father, who was stabbed through the side of the neck by (much to Marty's confusion) a Eastern mercenary's halberd. After fleeing with Ruby but being pursued by the remaining Shigu supporters, and this Eastern mercenary, back to their house, Marty's father, Shin, came to the door to deal with them. He was swiftly impaled through the chest and killed at his own home.

Although Marty put up a good fight, he was beaten by this mercenary. After a few hits and cuts, he was beaten to the ground, and in his vain to grab his weapon with his right arm was cut down by the sellsword with his halberd; in one firm swing, his right arm was cut off.

It would have been the end of Marty and Ruby if not for the interruption of the Vigilance Commitee, who soon fought off the extremists. Although Marty and Ruby's father's killer was never found, Marty wished after recovering that he would one day find him and kill him. Although it has been ten years have past, Marty has not fully recovered emotionally from the trauma of the day. His right arm is a daily reminder of his mistakes and the life he pursued, and the guilt he feels for inadvertedly killing his own father. The grief of his son, and his best friend's son dying on the same day, as well as the loss of Marty's right arm consumed Tori in the months to follow. After suffering a heart attack, the old Western sergal spent the next few months of his life in solitude in his home. He never left, and was never seen, until he died in bed in the early months of 90 RC.

Marty spent the next few years in agony. He discarded care for his own life and on multiple occasions tried to commit suicide, but could not bring himself to do it. He drunk excessively, took drugs, and soon sold himself for sex for money, depsite the fact little of his customers enjoyed him unless he hid his arm underneath his poncho. Although it took many years, Marty, having since lost his friendship with Ruby, eventually got out of his slump and got a proper job disposing waste. By 100 RC, and now, he lives a better life as a cashier at a restaurant, but the memories of the past still, unfortunately, scar not only his body, but his mind as well.