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Key: Wks60

Application: Demigod / Chosen One

Example:

What's the meaning in trying to do what everyone around you says, when you're not even aware if what's around you is the truth?

Surrounded by the mysteries of death, meaning, and birth the young boy found himself awakening within the field of grass. Bodies laying around him, crushed by his overwhelming strength. His small hand prints having pushed through their flesh and bone like it was nothing. Horrified, he'd sit there. In fetal position, he closed his arms around his bent knees, and simply... Wept. He didn't want to hurt anyone. He never wanted to cause anyone pain, and he never wanted to be so alone. He just wanted... To belong.

His origin was clearly that of divine providence, having been given life by his mortal mother, and immortal godly father. A child, that had heritage of a Godly entity, and that of a human female. Something changed however, as news of his birth spread. His mother was informed of a cult that had formed in wake of his birth, and participated in it. Having seen the change in the way history was going, they decided they needed a way to protect themselves, and the human race. They would use the boy as a weapon, a shield, and whatever they needed to use him as to protect themselves.

Over a few short years, the cult utilized a combination of gravity and temporal magic to grow the child, putting them under immense stress. For him, he only wanted to be useful. To have purpose. For them? He was a test. To see if they could indeed create the guardian of humanity. Their one mistake, was allowing the surrogate mother of the child, a cultist in their own right, standard visitation. The child developed an emotional bond, one, that would result in the end of the cult, and the childs life path to this point.

In attempt to bring the child into the new age, as a way to give him power, or to show their loyalty... They made a sacrifice. A sacrifice, which would throw the childs world upside down. Having been given his mothers corpse as a present, sent the child into a blood boiling rage. None of the cultists who preformed the ritual, made it out alive.

As the years went on, the now teen aged boy pushed aside his traumatic upbringing, pushing forward to something he wanted. Adventure.