Yawgmoth - Character Backstory
Apr 6 20:01:59 2003

*In a dimension far seperated from the Cleft and its children*
The battle for their universe had raged for months now. The Lord of the
Wastes, The Ineffable, the deity known by many names to many people
but whose true name was Yawgmoth had finally begun his invasion of
Dominaria. The battle had gone mostly in his favour, small losses here
and there but overall the plan had worked perfectly. Yawgmoth stepped
out of his own dimension known as Phyrexia and into Dominaria.
Instantly all creatures near where he emerged died and were reborn as
Phyrexians. But one thing Yawgmoth had forgotten - that pesky
Planeswalker Urza and his Legacy Weapon, which had been assembled at
last...

*In another dimension, not unlike Earth in a way*
A group of scientists had worked for months on the young reploid. It
had been severely damaged in a battle, and the techs had brought it
back to the lab to be rebuilt. A storm brewed outside, thunder and
lightning crashed..

*Dominaria again*
The Legacy Weapon fired.. directly into the physical body Yawgmoth had
created. It tore his body apart and ate into his godly soul.. but the
deity was not unprepared for this. As he came to the brink of utter
destruction, he cast a spell upon himself.. similar to the spells used
by Planeswalkers to shift between dimensions. His soul lept between all
the many planes of existence, searching for that place he knew he would
be able to begin again..

*Megaman's Earth*
Lightning struck the lab as the scientists activated the reploid's
power source.. and at that moment, the room glowed with a strange red
light which seemed to enter the reploid's body.. the glow quickly
subsided, except for in the reploid's eyes.. but at that moment, a hole
tore in the universe's barriers and the reploid was sucked into yet
another dimension..

*The Cleft of Dimensions*
The reploid rematerialised inside this world-between-worlds.. Dragging
itself to its feet, it had a realisation.. in the jump from Earth to
the cleft, its memory had been wiped.. it could remember almost
nothing. It knew its name was Yawgmoth, to be sure, but otherwise it
knew almost nothing, except that the power of magic was now its for the
taking.. Thankfully for the wellbeing of the Cleft, the reploid
remembered nothing of its heritage, of the God who had given it life
where that group of scientists had failed..