IAN GRAVES
Born in the Santa Cruz Mountains, rumored to be the last surviving kin of Lothar of the Hill People, Ian was destined for great things. Learning how to hot wire his first car by the tender age of 5, he quickly figured out how it all works. At the age of 8 he had organized his own moonshine running operation using big wheels and wagons. His uncles would brew it, and he would deliver it, for a price.

Then one day the FBI came to the compound and that’s when everything changed. They shot his family, burned down their houses and claimed he was part of a doomsday cult brainwashing and breading militants. Only half true. Ian escaped into the woods as the compound burned. Living off banana slugs and moss, he managed to get away and emerged 7 months later. He then learned that everyone died and they thought he did too. He acquired a new identity by scouring for graves of recently deceased same aged tombs. Hiding amongst a hybrid polygamist/scientologist group doing the bidding work for the leaders, he learned way more than he ever bargained for. Building spacecrafts to take back the chosen few by day, and having the same reoccurring dream about being in the desert every night, it was getting stale. He had enough and decided get out while he could.

The next day he happens to find the stash of “Ceremonial Wafers”, and eating way too many, he seized the day and broke into the temples safe and stole the magical hypno-power-staff. Not being sure if it worked, and didn’t really care because he just wanted to play with it, he took off armed with a stolen camaro, his deck, 12 bucks and the hypno-staff. He was last seen going south...