[center][h1][color=a0410d]Gotham City, New Jersey[/color][/h1][/center]

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Khnemu nodded simply when Malacoda asked him for his history. Slowly sipping the liquid as Malacoda had showed him, he looked off into the distance and clicked his tongue.

[color=blanchedalmond]"I cannot say I'm a fan of this drink,"[/color] he said, motioning to the tea. [color=blanchedalmond]"As for my history, well, I was born the son of a court scribe under the pharaoh Amenemhat. I was taught calligraphy and art in my youth, and as such, I've never suffered the life of a peasant. For the majority of my life, I lived under the rule of Senusret, Amenemhat's son and successor. At this time, Egypt was in a golden age, the pharaoh was powerful and the harvests were good, men wandered through the land smiling for ear to ear, and yet there was still death. I grew fascinated with the power Osiris had over the people, how he could take them when they were fat-bellied and happy. Eventually, I became devoted to the god of death and embalming. I castrated myself as had happened to Osiris, I wore green paint to look like my god, and I learned sorcery to add to the dead in his domain. Eventually, I met with the pharaoh himself. He was not pleased with my sorcery, and forced me to promise that I would protect his land for as long as it might take for all of it to be safe."[/color]

Khnemu paused to take another sip of the tea, which he had suddenly wanted more of. 

[color=blanchedalmond]"I take promises very seriously. I decided to go to the land of the gods to gain their blessing for my actions. Anubis cursed me to walk this living plain forever, the great serpent Apep poisoned my blood and cursed me to forever rot into sand, and Ra cursed me into a demonic form. Utterly broken, I wandered, searching for a way to fix this, finding Thoth, the knowing god, I begged him to fix me. Instead, we fought in a battle of wits, which I won, gaining his favor. Eventually I found Osiris, who granted me back my form and returned me to the mortal realm, where I stayed for three-hundred years until I was rendered unable to move by an alligator attack. Osiris sent my crippled form into stasis so I could recuperate, awakening me when a champion was needed."[/color] He paused and coughed up sand. [color=blanchedalmond]"That's all."[/color]

Taking another sip of the tea, he sighed after he swallowed and leaned back happily.