Lobo is the last survivor of the tranquil, peace loving Czarnian (Velorpian in Giffen's Omega Men) race. Pacifism, however, was not in Lobo's nature. He bit off the midwife's fingers, frightened a delivery nurse to death and attacked staff with scalpels at his own birth. His name is Khundian for "he who devours your entrails and thoroughly enjoys it." The carnage was only just beginning, Lobo killed every person charged with overseeing him until he decided to kill every last Czarnian. With his genocide complete, he decided to become a bounty hunter. He would help the Omega Men to defeat the Spider Guild and the Citadel.
Czarnia, paradise of peace, love, and quiet joy, where the days were long and the nights golden, and the dream of every dreamer was fulfilled. There was no war. There was no hunger. Death came only to those who chose it as an alternative to everlasting life. There was no violence. There was not even a word for "quarrel," or "dispute," or "hatred," beyond the phrase translatable as "I mildly disagree with you and am more than willing to enter into harmonious dialogue with a view to resolution thereof.", but into Eden a serpent was born, and the name of this evil was Lobo.
It's said that the midwife who delivered him felt a strange, unknown sensation at the moment of birth. With hindsight, we now know that to have been terrified apprehension. "The devil!" she screamed. "The devil incarnate!" No one knew what she was talking about, and to that unnamed martyr fell the dubious honor of being Lobo's first victim. She became the planet's first mental patient in more than ten millenia, and no one ever knew why she refused to re-grow the four fingers the noxious Child of Darkness had chewed off. The best minds of Czarnia - the best minds in existence - spent years in analysis of the Lobo phenomenon. The theories were endless: Rogue Gene; Demonic Possession; the Scapegoat Hypothesis, which maintained he was the universe's way of balancing out Czarnia's overabundance of the good things in life; Heideleidle's Uncertainty Something, whose followers insisted Lobo had to happen sometime, somewhere, and it was only bad luck he happened here.
Lubls believed that, owing to some quirk, the one hundred percent of the mental power of all Czarnians channeled into life enhancement was somehow reversed in Lobo. All his will, his energy, his ability, was directed toward creating mayhem as often and as ubiquitously as he could manage - which was quite a lot. In fact, a whole lot.
Certainly, he cut a swathe through the intellectual bliss of the Czarnian education system. Never one to study if he could beat up on a classmate - or a teacher - Lobo soon "ran his school". Even as a five-year-old he was unbelievably ferocious, a fact attested to by his first-ever principal, Egon N'g, whose throat the odious child ripped out in a temper tantrum. When neighbors found him, scrawled on the floor in his own blood was the message: "My faith in the natural goodness of the scheme of things has been severely shaken, if not totally destroyed. I rejoin the Universal One. Farewell, Paradise! P.S. - for your own sake, create the concepts of police, punishment, and prison."
It took a lot of blood. Mr. N'g was a long time dying. For a time there was excited discussion. Police. Punishment. Prison. What in the name of cornucopian bliss were they? And meanwhile, in the classrooms of Czarnia, spilled blood, bruised bodies, and broken bones marked the Serpent's progress. An era was over. In the far galactic distance a muffled drum began to beat, heralding the passing of perfection.
On an ornate balcony set high among Czarnia's slender towering spires, the archfiend Lobo relaxed. A glass of sparkling neurowine wet lips dry with obscene anticipation. He ran his other hand through his hair, a swift, graceful movement he'd spent long months perfecting. In the satin sheen of a plasglas wall, he caught sight of his reflection. He smirked, sighed, well pleased with what he saw. Mr. Maximum Cool. Chiller. The Ultimate Freeze. By grade school he was almost blase about violence, even in its worst extremes. He detested everyone he met, and treated them accordingly. All Czarnia knew and feared the name Lobo.
Until, in his late teens, his monstrously swollen ego took the final step. Employing an intelligence that might in different circumstances have seen him become one of the universe's all-time top brain surgeons, Lobo got to work in biology class. He emerged with something 117 microns long, airborne, of scorpion-like appearance, that burrows into flesh. Had any witnesses survived, they might have told of the spine-chilling laugh that split the air as he smashed the vile vials containing certain death for Czarnia and her fabulous children. The laugh wafted upward on the wind and many a victim would swear that, even as they felt the excruciating needle-burns as millions of tiny things dug deep into their bodies, the echo of that unholy laugh frightened them even more. Lobo the Lord of Death raised his glass in one final toast. Electricity crackled up his spine. Complex chemical reactions in his brain led to a state of mystical euphoria. Fleetingly, he remembered Daline Zaand, his first love.