[center][color=7bcdc8][b][h2]Claudius Caligula Westerson[/h2][/b][/color]
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In theory, every existence possesses a "grudge". A child's grudge to be stronger, a fetus's grudge to be born, a friend's grudge to shoulder the pain of another. In order to be a sapient being without a single grudge, you must be an impossible being. You must be something that has glimpsed what mankind calls "Enlightenment", something that has seen the truth of the world and escaped its laws as a result. 

And yet...how did it go? 

The name is unfamiliar, the feelings are unfamiliar, but the words, the words can still be felt. Like looking through a pane of misted glass, like a song without a melody, like a declaration for the end of an era. 

For after all, a grudge does not have to be hatred, it simply has to be will. It is a part of the soul given form as the tether between the soul and the mind. It is a wish, a prayer that extends outwards to infinity despite knowing that nothing besides its speaker will answer it.

Then, it should be asked, what is magic?

Magic is something not-human. Magic is something Other. Magic is something transcendent. Magic is something "wrong". 

Magic is not a force. Magic is not a blessing. Magic is not a damnation. Magic is not an idea. Magic is not a concept. Magic is magic. That is all it can ever be, for the second you take a step outside of that tautological hole, you pay the penalty that lies past the veil. Your mind cannot afford for magic to be anything besides magic. 

Call on your power, call on those crystals, call on those foundations etched into the world. Call yourself a scholar of magic if so you dare, but lift not the seal that lays in wait, lest you destroy your own mind with the truth that lies at the path's end.

But after all, humans have moods, vacillations, temperaments, ideals, despairs, hopes. They are a tapestry of mind and body, woven together in an unending dance. So then, something every bit as tautological as the forced human-definition of magic would be equally not-human. Yes, for in order to surpass that alien concept known as magic, in order to break through human limits and become something transcendent, one needed to be every bit as divorced from humanity as that very magic. Shunning its power and carving out a path to "the one and only" that has never before been walked. That is the grudge, the wish, that one such being has oriented itself around.

Wizards. Rulers. Demons. Gods. Sitting so far above mankind upon your thrones, wreathed in flame as you look upon the masses below.

-It's weak.

It's hilariously, incomprehensibly weak. 

For if that blade you wield is cut from wrath, if that sling you carry is wrought from piety, if that spear you hold is forged of power, if that mount you command is bound with glory, if that blessing you were gifted is born from justice, if that poison you spread is forged from lust, if that scream you bellow is risen from desire, then those false prophecies will be crushed with nothing more than these two hands.

In this existence's mind, it was not a hero. While it called itself a hero, it knew it was not one.

No, it was something beyond such concepts of heroism. It was something that had escaped the narrative cycle. 

It was a hero who possessed "plot armor". 

It was a [color=7bcdc8]「Main Character」[/color].

And so, the curtain opened on a lone man, a mad glint in his eyes that rivaled the insanity of one who had learned a truth so terrible they dared not speak it. Striding into the guild hall where chaos has reigned, his bandana flowing in the nonexistent breeze, he spoke, his voice slicing through the air without a moment's pause as the illustrious Julius Styles slammed down against the floor in front of him.

[color=7bcdc8]"Gahaha! Those who have dared to submit applications should rescind theirs now, for behold, the great Claudius Caligula Westerson has descended upon this establishment! I shall hold auditions for my Sidekicks at this point in time!"[/color]

Looks like it was gonna be that kind of day.