Donk

A member of HANC.

Donk, also known as "Dope Hank" or "Cool Hank", is mostly a chill dude who's just here to have a good time. He's helpful by nature, and also the de-facto medic of HANC, mostly because he's the only one of the group to have some rudementary medical knowledge. Which is to say, since they live in the Quagmire of the Isle o' Hags, there has to be someone who knows how to fix these idiots when they accidentally fall into another pool of toxic sludge, or get shanked by one of the Grunty Industries workers. Or just get hurt in general on mercenary jobs. Well, at least he knows he's appreciated.

Despite being the medic, he's often not all that concerned about much at all. He lives a very stress-free life, and even mortal injuries on his teammates don't really worry him. Nothing a little this-and-that can't fix, some reanimation magic, some modified Nexus tech they stole from Grunty Industries... and voila. Things work out. Easy peasy lemon squeezy. No problem at all.

He wasn't always like that, though.

Thing is, Donk has a condition which, while overall appearing harmless, causes him a lot of chronic pain. In his joints, in his muscles- it's... a lot, sometimes. It makes him tired, cranky, and overall it obviously makes him feel bad, and in his youth, he spent a lot of time in and out of hospitals, which is where he gained most of his medical knowledge, since there was nothing else to do. Not that the doctors in the plague territory were much help, really- it was only when his family moved to the Viridian Labyrinth that he found a kind of flower that, when eaten, seemed to ease his pain, and retroactively, allowed him to become more happy with himself and the world. Still, he lived a very sheltered life for a long time, and wished to be more than he was.

Which is when he heard about the exploits of the infamous Hank J. Wimbleton.

Well, most dragons would be horrified, but Donk had to say- he was kind of fascinated. Hank just seemed to be able to do what he wanted, unbound to anyone and anything at all. The kind of freedom which Donk longed for as a hatchling, which, even as an adult, he kind of dreamed of.

He kind of admired Hank. Kind of a lot, after a while.

And, well, when he heard of HANC... the deal was sealed, and Donk became part of the group of Hank admirers/cosplayers. Whatever you wanna call them. Really, he's just glad he means something now, and has become stronger than he ever dreamed he would be. He learned how to grow the flower he needs by himself anyway, so it's all good that he moved across the world. He likes these people, and he likes being the chill one of the group. It's cool.