Bomb

Before his life was turned upside down, Jonathan Smith was a kind-hearted and gentle soul, known for his love of the cheerful and brightly colored world of the Smiling Critters. He was a collector of their plushies, a fan of their adventures, and found solace in their simple, joyful existence. One day, while browsing a peculiar antique shop, he discovered an old, tarnished toy that looked like a strange, forgotten Smiling Critter. It had a sleek, black design with a small fuse on its head, and a perpetually concerned expression. Drawn to its uniqueness, he bought it. Unbeknownst to him, the toy was a relic from an ancient, forgotten world—a magical totem of transformation. The moment he brought it home, a strange, shimmering energy pulsed from the artifact. It enveloped him in a flash of light, warping his human form. His body grew taller and more muscular, his skin giving way to a coat of soft, charcoal-black feathers. The faint tuft of hair on his head became a wild, yellow-tipped plume, and his eyebrows thickened into the iconic red marks of a certain volatile black bird. His gentle smile, however, remained, though now it was slightly wider and a bit more bird-like. The transformation was complete: Jonathan Smith was gone, and in his place stood an anthropomorphic, muscled version of Bomb.