Michael-Wave

To live a holy life
Ahh, Michael-wave. The Mikus of Yore. A humble man. But...where does this chivilrous lad hail from? Well, hahaha, Shut the fuck up and I'll tell you. Just-HEY. SIT DO- SIT THE FUCK DOWN AND LET ME TELL A GODDAMN STORY. Ok. To quote a Passage from the "Tome of the smoke between worlds", page 45, paragraph 6:

"...And between thy breath, existeth worlds which have not been explored nor will ever be explored. There are ghosts, cruficied, within the frozen abyss, which tell the tale of a sect of Monks, The Order of the Dumbass, who hail from a land under a most unpronouncable name not only because it cannot conform to thy human breath, but because it is said to make all who even attempt to meditate upon it's consonants a fucking idiot. In all the multitudinous lands and crevices of the universe, there existeth some driving force; Some Spirit of Evolution which sustaineth the races of the ten thousand things- Birthed from the Mother of the Maw, There will always be the beast, and the bird, and the human, and the dolphin, and the Orang-Batti, and the Vulture, and the Dumb Idiot, and the Stinko, And the Pinko, And the Pootso, and the Speewee, and the Scootle, and the Binky, and the Bonzo, The unicellular, the multi-cellular, the fish, the worm, and so forth, undulating through time and space, re-incarnating as idiotically offensive and stupid as before. Within the artifice of the cosmos an order of divine hermits arose from the slime of evolution. These men meditated on madness until the delirium, like a serum, solidified their mind into the clear light of stupidity, and like being shot with a diamond bullet, they saw all. Madness, or enlightenment- there is no difference. From this order, a most gallant and awesome man arose from the west. Like the clap of thunder, the lightning perfect mind, he ripped his way from reality to reality, like a child rending itself from the womb-conquering and devouring all until he found what he needed in the current incarnation of the universe. For he sought a most holy item- The Evercron. An item so covetted by interdimensional beings it was hidden away by God's conduit, the Demiurge. To live in solace and silence beneath the ruined substrates in the temples of heaven, To one day hopefully be found by none other than our hero, Michael-Wave of Auria."

Yo my bad that was long as fuck. Y'all can get up and go back to whatever you were doing now I'm just gonna keep talking. OK, SO:

To recap(And there will be a test on this, fucking filthy, disgusting sacks of flesh and lies and fear): Our dear friend Mikey is basically an immortal, interdimensional warlock who has conquered many a plane to find this specific one, to find a special and most holy item. That's pretty much it.