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Once upon a time, in this very city of Roubar, though it was a long, long, long time ago—like, the 1970s or something—there was a man named Gregory Robinson.  Robinson was a scientist with biology as his forte.  He loved dissecting things, finding out how the body functioned.  He knew every detail about how the human body worked, how the blood circulates, how the muscles move, shit like that.  He could've used his powers for good, but if he did, then there would be no story.  He decided to use his knowledge of the human body to make his own creatures.  No one knows what exactly he created, but we know one thing.
They weren't human.
They resembled humans, but they weren't even close to them.  They had the basic shape of a human, but they were horribly mutated.  They had arms and legs, but they were longer than what they should be and the knees and elbows bent backwards.  They were demons, creatures that could turn their entire body to fire, that were half animal, that could change and morph their body into something grotesque.  They were terrifying creatures.  Even Dr. Robinson was afraid of what he created.  But he kept making them, wanting to see how fucked up he could make them, wanting to see what his twisted science could achieve.
In the end, his fear took the best of him, and he locked those things up.  Who knows how many of these things he created before he died on his wedding day, and who knows how many more he would've created if he didn't get scared and run.  For now, though, we are safe.  But if any one of those things that he created ever got out of their warehouse prison, all humans would perish.  They would show our kind no mercy, and they would bathe in our blood.
But until then, they are asleep, trapped in that warehouse where Dr. Robinson preformed his experiments.

Description
Once upon a time, in this very city of Roubar, though it was a long, long, long time ago—like, the 1970s or something—there was a man named Gregory Robinson.  Robinson was a scientist with biology as his forte.  He loved dissecting things, finding out how the body functioned.  He knew every detail about how the human body worked, how the blood circulates, how the muscles move, shit like that.  He could've used his powers for good, but if he did, then there would be no story.  He decided to use his knowledge of the human body to make his own creatures.  No one knows what exactly he created, but we know one thing.
They weren't human.
They resembled humans, but they weren't even close to them.  They had the basic shape of a human, but they were horribly mutated.  They had arms and legs, but they were longer than what they should be and the knees and elbows bent backwards.  They were demons, creatures that could turn their entire body to fire, that were half animal, that could change and morph their body into something grotesque.  They were terrifying creatures.  Even Dr. Robinson was afraid of what he created.  But he kept making them, wanting to see how fucked up he could make them, wanting to see what his twisted science could achieve.
In the end, his fear took the best of him, and he locked those things up.  Who knows how many of these things he created before he died on his wedding day, and who knows how many more he would've created if he didn't get scared and run.  For now, though, we are safe.  But if any one of those things that he created ever got out of their warehouse prison, all humans would perish.  They would show our kind no mercy, and they would bathe in our blood.
But until then, they are asleep, trapped in that warehouse where Dr. Robinson preformed his experiments.