JazzRaccoon's Clan

The JazzRaccoon is an engima, a mystery, an anomaly. Some say it descended from the mountains, others say it crawled out of the forest. A third group claims that it rose from the ocean, but nobody takes those guys seriously. Whatever the case may be, the one thing everyone agrees on, is this: The JazzRaccoon is a pretty good writer. Nobody understands how it amassed so much wealth or where it acquired its exotic furniture and trinkets, no one knows how it built an entire forest out of garbage, not a single soul gets why it keeps such terrible dragons around, but everyone agrees on one thing: the things that come out of the little beast's typewriter are pretty fun to read.

One day, an old man asked the JazzRaccoon: "Why do you live in the wasteland, and surround yourself with a forest of garbage?"
To this, the creature replied: "I am trash, so a world of trash is where I belong."
This wisdom has since been passed down for generations.

No one knows if the JazzRaccoon is male or female. This includes the raccoon itself. Gender, as a concept, has no appeal to the JazzRaccoon, so it just uses they/them pronouns and dresses in shiny things and nice fabrics, regardless of their gendering.

Few have made the journey to the Raccoon's humble abode. This isn't due to any particular danger, it just smells really bad there. Those who have gone and returned to tell the tale, however, report wondrous sights and miraculous wealth lying within, as well as a warm reception from the cabin's owner. Many of them also returned with entertaining, satirical stories, character bios and other writing in their hands. Will you dare to make the journey?

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