I was born in the land of pears. But during my childhood I showed... "wrong" interests (at least according to my tribe). You see I disliked pears, but the bananas, they captured my heart. For my blasphemy i was banished from my homeland. But i found a new home in the jungle of Plátano. There I found the tribe of St. Banana worshipers that welcomed me as one of their own.
I lived there for a long time. But one day, my old "family" decided to pay me a "visit".
I remember that day well. We weren't prepared. They murdered and burned. They didn't care if they were woman, children or elders. Everyone lied dead in front of our holy temple, that was burned to the ground.
But I escaped. For years I was training my body and mind, so I could get my revenge. And one day, my Master, Banano, lord of all yellow and squishy things, came to me in my dream and granted me the power of potassium.
With my newfound power. I finally took revenge on the evil clan of La Pera.
They shall never disrupt the balance again.
And now I live in peace, but also sadness because I lost all i once held dear.