Ok...
I was born back in 1998. I hatched out of my egg on the highest point in NH. Now, I was so excited to see my mother. I had waited so long in that egg! I broke out... and my mother was no where to be found. I cried for days. Luckily, baby ogres are born to look like their surroundings, so no one would see me. No one with super natural powers, that is. A lonely old man found me laying in the snow late one night. He lay me in some sort of chariot, and brought me to his palace in the clouds.
As I grew up, I found out that he was a wizard. He taught me his magic ways, and even cast a spell on me so I would be magic forever... or so he thought. He gave me a supply hat, (which I could take rabbits and various materials out), and my magic wand.
Last year, he became very sick. He told me that he had only a week left to live, and told me my destiny. He told me I must spread the magic. The world is becoming more and more unaware of magic.
A week later, he died. For the past year, I have been running around, surviving on rabbits. I built useless structures, and left them. (That is why I'm losing power in my hat.) And then... I found you guys. Every day, I am losing some of my power. If I use to much, I may become just an ordinary, non magical ogre again.
But I'm willing to support the monster cause. Not only will I spread the word of magic, but I will show that we can be good. Well, that's all about me. Thanks for listening.