Bramun awoke one day in a dirt hole. He didn't have any recollection of how he arrived in said hole, but he knew he was cold, and it was dark. Climbing his way out of the darkness he found himself in an old graveyard, partially washed away by some flood however long ago. Standing at 7'5" with sick grey skin, thin salt and pepper hair where a mighty beard once sat, and small red cap mushrooms protruding from his ruined flesh - Bramun was Reborn. (See what I did there) At first he saw the mushrooms as a nuisance. He'd pluck them and another would sprout, that was until he watched a wounded animal consume one of his plucked mushrooms. The animal succumbed to it's wounds, but grew mushrooms from the pores of it's body, giving it new life.. a better life. Thus, Bramun decided this was a gift meant to be shared with the world.