The creator Lamaou created a third creation. This creation served an important purpose: it would hold the deity's passion and malice, the strongest emotions one may have within. Their body had shaped to be little more than a normal human, save only for their lack of a head. It would seem that a normal brain could not handle the emotions being forced into the body of the creation. Lamaou compromised, and used a phylactery to hold its malice instead; a bullet, with eyes and a mouth painted on its front to give the creation its senses. Even with this solution, the joy and rage fighting within the creation's heart would be too much to bare after a number of years, and so begrudgingly, the creator Lamaou cursed it with memory disintegration, a spell that would remove their memory of each passing year at the desired rate. The most the being could handle was two years' worth of memory before it was driven to insanity.

And so it was, Bacado - the bullet-headed merchant - was created. At first Bacado merely set up a shop for his favorite hobby, weapon manufacturing. The extent of his godly blessings were placed deep into his heart, in where only passion; designing and creating weapons and tools, and malice; fighting an opponent for one reason or another, could fully awaken his power. But as time went on, Bacado grew to be apathetic. His passion remained still in item manufacturing, but this intrinsically came with a desire to make as much money as possible. He would resort to battling and capturing fighters from across the dimensions and locking them in magic cages to sell to his customers. This was lucrative, and he only grew richer as he did this.

His memory curse haunted him yet. It was one day when the merchant was smitten by a girl bearing a steel combat dress, one that had many blades to destroy any melee challengers. Combined with her shy disposition and extreme combat capabilities, the two would fall in love. Bacado lost his apathy and once again became the godly bestower of weapons he had always meant to be. And yet, in a cruel twist of fate, his memory loss forced him to forget his love and once again descend into nonchalant violence and greed, and with no way to restore his memory, the girl was heartbroken.

Hundreds of years later, after the appearance of a strange group of vigilantes hailing from a small town in the south, he sold them many-a-product. Weapons, captives, foodstuffs, the works. Little did he know that their path in life would lead eventually to his regaining of memory and the discovery of something spectacular...

Bacado posing, literally just to flex.