Character Background
I have always had it.
Nobody taught me, but I think they call it the power to shape the essence from which the universe was created, or something.
It is indeed a greater power, this gift of Magic, but I never knew exactly what to do with it. At the beginning, it was all kid's stuff, parlour tricks, fun and games, street magic was what I called it, specially when it made me some money.
I have always lived down in the Row, me and my friends, but things got complicated when the Skulls came. I never had any problems with the gangs, but those guys kept pushing further and further. Unfortunately for me, I was the sort of teenager who couldn't resist anything on a dare. I used magic everyday in an ever more stupid display of recklessness. It was not only about the power trip, but mainly a genuine addiction, something to which no drug could ever come close.
Of course the Skulls used me, most of my friends had joined the gang. The only reason I didn't join was because I had become too weird, even for them. Meddling with powers beyond my comprehension was just the beginning - I was straining my sanity to the point of going days without food, sleep or memory. Eventually this had to stop, one way or another. Fortunately, I panicked before I killed myself.
It was one long, cold night when I wandered the streets, dreaming a living nightmare, dodging ghosts of the shadowlands, stepping further down into the Netherworld.
I don't want to talk about it, suffice to say that I never want to go down that dark path again. I wrestled myself out of the abyss, but the shadows still hound me and call my name. I know that I have opened a door that will never be closed, so my options are limited. In all unlikelyhood, I have decided to become a hero and hope that "using my powers for the greater good", as they call it, will drive the shadows away and let me get some sleep.
Who knows? Perhaps I can make some new friends and find some help. Perhaps what doesn't kill me can make me even more powerfull.
Nobody taught me, but I think they call it the power to shape the essence from which the universe was created, or something.
It is indeed a greater power, this gift of Magic, but I never knew exactly what to do with it. At the beginning, it was all kid's stuff, parlour tricks, fun and games, street magic was what I called it, specially when it made me some money.
I have always lived down in the Row, me and my friends, but things got complicated when the Skulls came. I never had any problems with the gangs, but those guys kept pushing further and further. Unfortunately for me, I was the sort of teenager who couldn't resist anything on a dare. I used magic everyday in an ever more stupid display of recklessness. It was not only about the power trip, but mainly a genuine addiction, something to which no drug could ever come close.
Of course the Skulls used me, most of my friends had joined the gang. The only reason I didn't join was because I had become too weird, even for them. Meddling with powers beyond my comprehension was just the beginning - I was straining my sanity to the point of going days without food, sleep or memory. Eventually this had to stop, one way or another. Fortunately, I panicked before I killed myself.
It was one long, cold night when I wandered the streets, dreaming a living nightmare, dodging ghosts of the shadowlands, stepping further down into the Netherworld.
I don't want to talk about it, suffice to say that I never want to go down that dark path again. I wrestled myself out of the abyss, but the shadows still hound me and call my name. I know that I have opened a door that will never be closed, so my options are limited. In all unlikelyhood, I have decided to become a hero and hope that "using my powers for the greater good", as they call it, will drive the shadows away and let me get some sleep.
Who knows? Perhaps I can make some new friends and find some help. Perhaps what doesn't kill me can make me even more powerfull.
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