Robert O. Prather was a normal man, a technological wizard in the kings castle, the castle that Pandalf used to work in. He experimented on the more dangerous spells and materials, such as thermite and combustion spells. Given his role in the military in developing newer and newer weapons, this was not very far fetched. However in the years preceding the huge disaster Robert had been tampering with a new material, a material called Uranium.
It was dangerous to even be around for longer periods of time and with the amount of the stuff Robert was experimenting with, he was getting blasted by the these rays he later called radiation. He was getting physically weaker and mentally more deranged. He began doing more and more treacherous experiments once almost blasting an entire forest to ash. However in Roberts mind, he always asked "could we?", but failed to ever ask "should we?".
However, what really started the countdown to disaster, was when Robert started combing Uranium and Magic. He started with magic missiles which already blasted mountains apart in a few blasts, then went on to minor combustion spells which decimated miles of land with a single blow.
Well here is where other, more nefarious people came across Robert's experiments and magics, and consulted him for the spells and contraptions he used to get the results, they reassured him that they were using them to protect people, this could be hardly any farther from the truth. The used these spells to devastate the lives of millions and absolutely decimate their old world.
Eventually word reached the king and he wasn't all too pleased with Robert. He asked why he did all of this and when did he even have the time to plan all of this.
To which Robert simply replied "I'm sorry, I wasn't thinking straight..."
Well that didn't slide too well with the king, and he was exiled from their kingdom. He went to his old town, which was leveled he went to place after place looking for residence or hospitality. He was only met by endless creators
This was only one week before his old home kingdom was absolutely obliterated by a combustion spell fueled by Uranium. The blast was so powerful that it circled the globe several times over, and this is what sparked the great disaster.
Pandalf had to leave and took as many people as he could, Robert was left behind to a dying world.
He was then left to the mercy of his two most prolific buyers: Christovich and Malefietor, which both left him, not without a little gift. Instructions to a one man portal making spell and a protection spell.
He looked at the world he helped to destroy with tears in his eyes. he cast the spell and walked through the portal and made sure he was somewhere where no one could see him, somewhere so desolate that not even God would be able to find him.
This place was what would now be know as the wasteland, mere minutes after he entered the world he let of a sorrow filled blasted that turned the once lush jungle into a desolate wasteland.
What happened in the period of time from then to now is very obscure and unknown to anybody but himself. Some say he attempted to continue inventing and experimenting, others say he simply gave time to reflect on what he had done and what went wrong, but one thing is certain: after he found out what Malefietor was doing, some metaphorical fire lit inside of him to absolutely crush the person who destroyed his old world and everything he held dear.
He went out and found some nebula at the edges of Elektra and absorbed it, turning him into the terrifying force that the Atomizer is now.