[ WP ] Tell the origin story of the most awesome or most interesting character you can imagine .

I do n't know who I am. 
 
 As my eyes open for seem like the first time, I look around the cave I'm in. How did i get here, I ask myself, before realizing that I can not speak. Alone in my thought. I attempt to take my pulse. Nothing there, somehow. I check my person for any sort of supplies, anything that could help me get out of here. No luck, so I begin to look around my cave. 
 
 At first glance, it was just an empty room. No way out, at least from what I can see. Panic begins to set in. What if I never get out? Does anyone know where I am? More importantly does anyone know I'm here? I notice that there is a gust from above me. Scaling the side of the wall I find my way above my resting place. A dark passageway stands between me and a possible way out. Trembling with fear of not knowing, I enter the passage. 
 
 Coming out of the room, I look left and right. Cave in to my right, the way that leads up. Desperate to explore my cell, I begin to head down the path of the cave. I look around the cave to try to find any hints where I am. The biology of the cave does n't help me. All i can see are generic small bats that attempt to swoop at me as if I am holding a basket of fruit. Eventually I come across what seems like a hut, if you could call it that. The mouth of the hut looked like a sort of animalistic mouth, nearly all black. Thats when I hear what sounds like a person....talking inside. 
 
 I attempt to scream out to anyone that could be out there, but I remember: I cant talk. Inside the cabin is the source of the voice. A man with unkept hair, surrounded by empty cans and reeked with alcohol lay passed out in the center of the room. I attempt to wake him by pushing and poking him, but he does not give off any sort of reaction except the occasional groan. Left with no other options, I search for something that might help me escape this hell. His `` home'' was entirely empty, except for a few crates scattered around the man, probably alcohol. Luckily enough inside one of the crates is a small pistol. Engraved on it is an etching of the North Star, Polaris. I really did n't enjoy the idea of stealing, but I mad a silent oath to myself that one day I would find this man and return it. I turn around and leave the man behind and try to leave to cave. 
 
 Back to where I started, I search the cave in once more. Oddly enough, it seems more... delicate than it did before. Just by shooting it with my gun, which I've appropriately named `` Polar Star'' at this point, I an able to break free farther into the cave. Eager to have possibly found a way out, I take a step into the newly discovered portion of the cave. 
 
 It was then I realized my mistake. 
 
 I should have checked my step before I entered this portion. The weakened flooring crumbles as I fall through the floor, and I remember one thing. 
 
 My name is Quote. 
 
 Also- this is my first post on this sub so I will take any advice and/or criticism!
