It was only five days after he passed the NCR basic training, and after all the ceremonies, parties, and all of that hullabaloo, he was dead bored. Now he was stuck sitting around McCarran waiting for an official command from the commander, not exactly the fast-paced action he expected right out of boot camp. He longed to be out on the field, fighting raiders and slavers and driving scum out of NCR land, not sulking around "pending" assignment. The rest of his regiment, who had passed alongside him in basic training, had been given their posts the night after graduation. It wasn't fair, he didn't go through all that training just to sit around. He was a soldier for petes sake! It was if they'd just gone and forgotten him.
Basic training hadn't been the easiest trial for him, he lacked the natural abilities of a born soldier, and even after day after day of rigorous muscle training and excercising, in terms of fitness the most you could call him was "average". Not to mention he was clumsy to boot, which sure didn't help his case none. It even resulted in his nickname, "Clutz", which soon became a favorite to a large majority of soldiers stationed at Camp McCarran. What did get him through was his stubbornness and dedication, his will to never give up. Walking proudly up to the stage when his name was proclaimed by the commander was indisputably the best moment of his life, except for, maybe, when he had tripped trying to climb the stairs onto the stage, which resulted in a nasty black eye.
He still felt a burning pride when he thought of that moment, about finally being able to don the uniform of the NCR, but those feelings were subjugated by his overwhelming boredom. If he wasn't given assignment today, he was marching right into the commander's office and demanding an explanation for this tardiness.
*Bonk!* He walked himself directly into a towering figure in front of him, having been lost in thought he'd accidentally dazed out while still walking. "Ee, I'm sorry I didn't mean t-..." A tree, he'd just apologized to a tree. Rubbing his forehead where a painful bump was just beginning to swell up, he gazed upwards at the tree growing in front of him. It was a tall thing, towering far above any buildings in sight, except for maybe a couple of casinos in New Vegas. Strong branches jutted out at common intervals across the base, which would function as remarkably good handholds if one were to need them. All in all, it was an alluringly climable tree. There was only one problem - The lowest branch streched far above his height.
Ten minutes later, he was back with a long length of rope with a rock tied to the end of it. This would do the trick very nicely. Chucking the rock up over the branch, the rope followed along obediantly, stringing it along to the other side. Rather than going through the troubles of tying the rope down and all that hokum, he decided that the best course of action would be to just grab both sides of the rope together in his hands, using the trunk as leverage for his feet and using the rope to climb upwards. Once he was up on the first branch, it was all child's play from there, and in no time he found himself at the very top of the tree. At the tip there was only a single branch jutting out from the side, longer in length than any other branch around and it looked quite sturdy too. If one were able to stand on the tip of it, they'd have a beautiful view indeed.
Sitting on his bottom, he pulled himself closer and closer to the end of the highest branch, moving at a slow but steady pace. Finding himself at the tip, there was only open air beneath him, and the experience proved to be quite exhilirating. But he knew that if he were to stand up on the branch, he'd be able to see for miles and miles around, a view of the wasteland that any mapmaker would kill for. Of course, this would be quite dangerous, but danger wasn't something that bothered Sabin too much. He glanced to the rope that he'd used to climb the tree which was now at his waist, deciding to tie the rope onto the branch beneath him, and another end to his ankle, for extra insurance incase he fell. As he shakily pulled himself up to a standing position, he temporarily lost the abilty to breath. The view was magnificent, he could see everything! He stood, admiring the view, loving every moment of it. Of course, this left him little attention to focus on his balance, and he began to tilt sideways...
"Shucks, got myself in a pickle now." Sabin muttered, now hanging by his ankle from a height of 100 feet. He hadn't bothered to think exactly what would happen if he were to fall, he'd just tied the rope there to feel safe. At this moment, one begins to wonder how a tree of this height even came to be in the wasteland, but he dispelled such thoughts from his head and brought himself back up to the current problem. The nearest branch was 5 feet below him, the length of rope he'd allowed to catch him being approximately 10 feet in length. The branches he'd climbed up upon were on the opposite side of the tree, far out of his reach. His only chance was to build up momentum and fling himself over to the trunk, cutting the rope afterwards and somehow shimmying downwards to the closest branch...
Swinging about upside down didn't exactly make his head feel peachy. But he was almost there, just a little more... he was just about to reach it, he just needed to grab ahold of it now...
"The hell you doin' up there, clutz?"
*Bonk!* The surprise of hearing a voice had caused him to lose his focus, managing to hit his head once again on the trunk rather than grabbing it. So much for momentum. "I'm er... meditating! Real peaceful up here it is, works wonders for the brain and your uh... spiritual awareness." He glanced down to see who exactly he was speaking to. Of course it had to be him, Major Bauer, the snobbiest officer in Nevada. Rumor has it he pulled some strings to be stationed at McCarran permanetely, one would never need to see combat in that case. "Yeah, I bet all that swingin' is real agreeable to that small brain of yours. Jus' hurry up and get the hell down here, the Commander's got some "special" orders for you."
Did he say orders? Would he finally be given command and be put out on the field with the rest of the troops? The Major had said "special" in a rather smug way, as if it meant something bad. Could they be stationing him at some desolate, boring old camp in the middle of nowhere, or even worse, discharging him for his incompetence? No, it didn't matter, he was getting orders to a new station! "Oh uh.. I don't exactly kno-... I'll be down right quick, and I'll head for the Commander's office right away!" "Sir!" He added a the last second, rather hesitative, but he'd surely be disciplined if he didn't provide proper respect. The officer did nothing more than scoff smugly before walking away. Muttering as the figure faded away into the distance, excitement and anxiety worked its way through him as he focused back on the task at hand.
This time he was sucessful in clutching onto the base of the tree, managing to snatch up a small stick protruding out of the tree, which fortunately held his weight. Stretching down to pull his combat knife out of his boot with his spare hand, began to slice away at the rope tied around his ankle. As the rope came free, flung downwards and managed to wrap his legs around the base of the tree. He looked down, realizing that he now was only being held up by a small stick hanging from the trunk and his legs. He could feel the stick begin to give away, he had to act fast.
Abandoning the branch, he instead wrapped his arms around the trunk and slid downwards, moving at a faster pace than would be desired. He hit the closest branch beneath him, landing hard on his bottom. He wasn't steady enough though, and as he began to slide sideways he fell from the tree once again. He managed to catch himself multiple times on different branches throughout the tree, but none he could keep a hold on. This kept up, him catching branches throughout the tree to temporarily break his fall, but continuing to fall downwards. As he finally reached the bottom, he unceremoniously landed upon his side on the ground. Miraculously, he managed to make it down covered in scratches and banged up, and the air driven from his lungs, but nothing severe. He smiled, glad that he was able to make it down without any horrible injuries, but the smile was soon wiped off his face as he looked up to see the Commander standing above him, peering down at him in annoyance. He'd seen the entire thing.
He pulled himself up to a clumsy salute.
"Private Sabin Sharp reporting for duty, sir!"
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deadpixel101 said
A sound broke her from her thought, something that sounded like a sob in the distance. A cry in the fog somewhere to her right, she looked to it blankly, and after long seconds of thought, began approaching it. Eventually finding it's source, a young man on his knees, with a noose hanging near him. "...That would be waste." she was floating high now, above him so that she would remain undetected until she wanted, which was apparently now. "Life is valuable." she added as she lowered to be 'standing' on the floor, her bare feet not making sound as they phased through the earth the tinniest amount. "Even yours." She had no idea who this person was, he could have been a child raper, she didn't care, she knew better than most what a life was worth.
Seeing the wispy figure above him only ended up scaring him even more, missing the kind words entirely. He fell back, squeaking in horror. His hood fell back, revealing the darkness spiraling across half of his face, and the tears flowing down his face. He pretty much entirely broke down right then, he was so overwhelmed and he couldn't bring himself to handle it anymore. If he succumbed to the dark right now, he knew that he could escape but in the condition that he was in now, it was highly unlikely that he'd be able to put it back under control for a long time. He could end up hurting an innocent person, and he couldn't do that. Still sobbing, you reached down to his belt with shaking hands and pulled a long, black knife out of a sheath. He held it up halfheartedly, obviously having no idea how to use it, and his shaking hands threatened to drop it every second. There wasn't much else he could do, he didn't know what it was that standing over him, but it was obviously some kind of dark creature sent by the cultists.
Is my new edited bio alright? I added in the bit about him being an envoy rather than what I had, tell me if there's anything else needed. :)
AtomicItalian said
How about this. As part of the uneasy peace agreement between house and ncr, he goes as an official envoy/inspector representing ncr interests?
Yeah, that sounds great! I'll change it now.
Update: All edited and fixed, thanks for the idea. Tell me if there's anything else that needs changing.
Okay, I'll go ahead and change it! Do you mean like an undercover spy so that they don't know he's NCR or sent as a soldier to find out details on the expedition?
I'd like to have him go as an actual NCR soldier, like sent along to find information about everything, but I wouldn't mind doing the undercover idea if that doesn't make any sense.
I'd like to have him go as an actual NCR soldier, like sent along to find information about everything, but I wouldn't mind doing the undercover idea if that doesn't make any sense.
Pepperm1nts said
I think you mean 'First Battle of Hoover Dam' in your bio, Sterk. If you're playing the role of the child Ranger Andy tells the Courier about, then it'd have to be around the time of the first battle. Not to mention the Second Battle of Hoover Dam was nine years ago according to the OP (I think). So if you had meant to say the second battle, then he'd be.. nine years-old.Anyway. It's first come, first serve - and honestly I'm still not sure I'll join - .. but I had plans to play an NCR Intelligence operative. Your bio, with him being sent to "make sure the NCR is included in the business" sort of conflicts with that. Maybe we could work something out, if I decide to join? It wouldn't make sense for the NCR to send a guy on a diplomatic mission, while sending another guy to sabotage the whole thing...
He's actually not the same child that Ranger Andy talked about, a whole different one in fact. The same tactics were just deployed, and since he's 17 and this is set 15 years after the second battle, it would have to be that. I may of screwed up some timelines though, I'm not exactly good with those things. When the Legion was driven across the Colorado during the second battle he was at one of the camps, so he was given those directions. I didn't mean to copy it off of the child that Ranger Andy talked about, but I assumed that legionaries wouldn't hesitate to employ the same tactics again.
I wouldn't mind working something out, we could talk it over and find something that works. I'd like for my character to be apart of the NCR, though I wouldn't mind making a compromise, such as him being discharged due to a misunderstanding/lie and trying to prove himself again, or something along those lines. Whatever would fit.
Name: Sabin Sharp
Age: 17
Appearance: Found a picture!
And now his body. He stands at 5'8, with a short torso and long legs, and long lanky arms. Sloping shoulders and large thighs/hips.
Race: Human
Skills: Small guns, melee, unarmed
ST 6 - Slightly better than average strength, can throw a good punch and carry a decent amount of items
PE 9 - Not much that can be sneaked past him. Very aware of his surroundings. During basic training he demonstrated a natural knack for measuring distance and taking long range shots, if he were to prove himself he'd be a natural candidate for the 1st recon...
EN 6 - Able to take a hit and keep up a run alright
CH 3 - Not the best at persuasion, he tends to speak his mind and doesn't exactly go about things very tactfully
IN 7 - Pretty smart, he can think out pretty good plans for himself and he's got a real knack for measuring distances
AG 5 - Average agility, able to touch his toes and all that
LK 4 - Luck isn't really something that seems to affect Daemyn either way
Perks: Awareness - Got a good eye on him, he's more likely to notice details about people.
Sniper - Great at measuring distance and taking long range shots
Equipment:
Also, in addition to all of that, carries along a backpack with old MREs, a multi-tool, a sleeping bag tied to the bottom of it, a few chocolate bars, a fire starter kit, extra socks, radio, small first aid kit, extra ammo, flash light. Large water canteen attached to his belt. Binoculars. Few stimpaks. An extra, folded up uniform.
Bio: When still in his mother's stomach, she was captured by legionaries and sent to live her life in slavery at Cottonwood Cove. There were complications when the boy was born and Daemyn's mother was left weak and crippled, prompting for her to be executed. The boy was set to live a life of slavery, and he was raised for the next two years by the slave women, who cheated him gently rather than with cruelty and instilled virtues of optimism and kindness into the young boy. Though, after all, it turns out that the boy wouldn't be confined to the terrible life of slavery, as when he was two years old the Second Battle of Hoover Dam took place. When the NCR came to drive the Legion back across the Colorado, the NCR drove the Legion out of Cottonwood cove. During the battle, Daemyn was given a grenade and told to hide and pull the pin when someone found him, and being the small two year old that he was, along with being raised by the Legion his entire life, he didn't know much else than to obey. An NCR soldier found the boy cowering in a corner, and as his shaking hands fumbled over the pin, the soldier took the grenade from him. Expecting for the soldier to kill him right then and there, he covered his eyes and waited for the end. The soldier took pity on him though, bringing the boy back to Camp McCarran, where he grew up, raised by the NCR soldiers in the camp. The soldiers there taught him the ideals of the NCR, and the values that he should keep throughout his life, also training him to defend himself and shoot. When he came to the age of 17, as expected, he signed up to join the NCR as a soldier. He passed through basic training with flying colors, not due to any natural ability, but due to his dedication and drive to never give up, and from the experience of growing up with NCR soldiers. Expecting to be given patrol duty in the Mojave or get stuck stationed at McCarran, he was surprised when he was told that he had a special mission. As a part of the uneasy peace between the NCR and House, he was to accompany the expedition across the wasteland, as an official envoy of NCR interest.
Age: 17
Appearance: Found a picture!
Race: Human
Skills: Small guns, melee, unarmed
ST 6 - Slightly better than average strength, can throw a good punch and carry a decent amount of items
PE 9 - Not much that can be sneaked past him. Very aware of his surroundings. During basic training he demonstrated a natural knack for measuring distance and taking long range shots, if he were to prove himself he'd be a natural candidate for the 1st recon...
EN 6 - Able to take a hit and keep up a run alright
CH 3 - Not the best at persuasion, he tends to speak his mind and doesn't exactly go about things very tactfully
IN 7 - Pretty smart, he can think out pretty good plans for himself and he's got a real knack for measuring distances
AG 5 - Average agility, able to touch his toes and all that
LK 4 - Luck isn't really something that seems to affect Daemyn either way
Perks: Awareness - Got a good eye on him, he's more likely to notice details about people.
Sniper - Great at measuring distance and taking long range shots
Equipment:
He proved himself to be an expert sniper and great at measuring distance, so rather than the standard issue service rifle he was given this.
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Just the standard 10mm pistol, y'know.
Standard issue NCR combat knife
The third one, with the goggles always on as they function as glasses.
Also, in addition to all of that, carries along a backpack with old MREs, a multi-tool, a sleeping bag tied to the bottom of it, a few chocolate bars, a fire starter kit, extra socks, radio, small first aid kit, extra ammo, flash light. Large water canteen attached to his belt. Binoculars. Few stimpaks. An extra, folded up uniform.
Bio: When still in his mother's stomach, she was captured by legionaries and sent to live her life in slavery at Cottonwood Cove. There were complications when the boy was born and Daemyn's mother was left weak and crippled, prompting for her to be executed. The boy was set to live a life of slavery, and he was raised for the next two years by the slave women, who cheated him gently rather than with cruelty and instilled virtues of optimism and kindness into the young boy. Though, after all, it turns out that the boy wouldn't be confined to the terrible life of slavery, as when he was two years old the Second Battle of Hoover Dam took place. When the NCR came to drive the Legion back across the Colorado, the NCR drove the Legion out of Cottonwood cove. During the battle, Daemyn was given a grenade and told to hide and pull the pin when someone found him, and being the small two year old that he was, along with being raised by the Legion his entire life, he didn't know much else than to obey. An NCR soldier found the boy cowering in a corner, and as his shaking hands fumbled over the pin, the soldier took the grenade from him. Expecting for the soldier to kill him right then and there, he covered his eyes and waited for the end. The soldier took pity on him though, bringing the boy back to Camp McCarran, where he grew up, raised by the NCR soldiers in the camp. The soldiers there taught him the ideals of the NCR, and the values that he should keep throughout his life, also training him to defend himself and shoot. When he came to the age of 17, as expected, he signed up to join the NCR as a soldier. He passed through basic training with flying colors, not due to any natural ability, but due to his dedication and drive to never give up, and from the experience of growing up with NCR soldiers. Expecting to be given patrol duty in the Mojave or get stuck stationed at McCarran, he was surprised when he was told that he had a special mission. As a part of the uneasy peace between the NCR and House, he was to accompany the expedition across the wasteland, as an official envoy of NCR interest.
Edited my character a wee bit, changed around his appearance a little and gave him a weapon. Also changed his age to 16. Sorry I keep editing again, but I think I'm done now, so it should be permanent.
Name: Ezra Sharp
Age: 15
Gender: Male
Abilities: Emotion reading and manipulation. He can feel the emotions of others, at all times he can feel the emotions of other's around him, sometimes to an unbearable degree. He's able to push little waves of emotions into people's minds, so if someone's sad he could put a little bubble of happiness in their head that could help them feel better. After a lot of training, he could gradually get better at this until he would be able to actually manipulate emotions.
Personality: Shy and timid, though determined. Sensitive. Adventurous and curious about everything. Anti-social and has a lot of trouble communicating and interacting with people around him. Is scared of getting close to someone because he believes that they'll just abandon him once he does something wrong. Good at keeping in his emotions and hides how he feels most of the time. Always spaces out and day-dreams, it's often hard to get him to respond because he's in a whole different world. Very imaginative. Even though he may come off as cold due to his anti-social tendencies, he is actually a very caring person and will do anything he can to help someone. Loves to find little hidey-spaces or climb trees and things like that where he can be alone. Really clumsy. Believes he's worthless and a waste of space, hard for him to see otherwise. Very independent, used to doing things himself and being alone. At the end of the day, he's just a sad, lonely boy who wishes he had people who cared about him.
Appearance:
The picture should tell you pretty much everything you need to know, except he's also pretty short.
Bio: As a baby he was left on the doorstep of a shabby orphanage, mainly in place to milk money out of the government, needless to say they didn't take very good care of him. That aforementioned orphanage closed down when he was only five years old, leaving him on the streets. He was employed (probably illegally) in the back of a shop doing heavy labor for minimal pay, only enough to get him a small meal a day, not leaving much for anything else. There wasn't anywhere else he could go though, so he stayed. He was treated very harshly at that job, often getting hit and abused, both physically and verbally, for small missteps. Everyday he was met with a tirade of shouts about how worthless and horrible he was, eventually setting that view onto himself. Nothing changed in his life for ten years, until his fifteenth birthday when his abilities were discovered after he accidentally told the shopkeeper how he was feeling. Scared and angered, the shopkeeper beat him half to death and threw him in an alley, where he was found by someone who knew about the orphanage. After recovering, he told the person about his abilities and he was sent off to the orphanage, where maybe he would finally find a home.
Age: 15
Gender: Male
Abilities: Emotion reading and manipulation. He can feel the emotions of others, at all times he can feel the emotions of other's around him, sometimes to an unbearable degree. He's able to push little waves of emotions into people's minds, so if someone's sad he could put a little bubble of happiness in their head that could help them feel better. After a lot of training, he could gradually get better at this until he would be able to actually manipulate emotions.
Personality: Shy and timid, though determined. Sensitive. Adventurous and curious about everything. Anti-social and has a lot of trouble communicating and interacting with people around him. Is scared of getting close to someone because he believes that they'll just abandon him once he does something wrong. Good at keeping in his emotions and hides how he feels most of the time. Always spaces out and day-dreams, it's often hard to get him to respond because he's in a whole different world. Very imaginative. Even though he may come off as cold due to his anti-social tendencies, he is actually a very caring person and will do anything he can to help someone. Loves to find little hidey-spaces or climb trees and things like that where he can be alone. Really clumsy. Believes he's worthless and a waste of space, hard for him to see otherwise. Very independent, used to doing things himself and being alone. At the end of the day, he's just a sad, lonely boy who wishes he had people who cared about him.
Appearance:
Bio: As a baby he was left on the doorstep of a shabby orphanage, mainly in place to milk money out of the government, needless to say they didn't take very good care of him. That aforementioned orphanage closed down when he was only five years old, leaving him on the streets. He was employed (probably illegally) in the back of a shop doing heavy labor for minimal pay, only enough to get him a small meal a day, not leaving much for anything else. There wasn't anywhere else he could go though, so he stayed. He was treated very harshly at that job, often getting hit and abused, both physically and verbally, for small missteps. Everyday he was met with a tirade of shouts about how worthless and horrible he was, eventually setting that view onto himself. Nothing changed in his life for ten years, until his fifteenth birthday when his abilities were discovered after he accidentally told the shopkeeper how he was feeling. Scared and angered, the shopkeeper beat him half to death and threw him in an alley, where he was found by someone who knew about the orphanage. After recovering, he told the person about his abilities and he was sent off to the orphanage, where maybe he would finally find a home.
Name: Ezra Sharp
Age: 15
Gender: Male
Abilities: Emotion reading and manipulation. He can feel the emotions of others, at all times he can feel the emotions of other's around him, sometimes to an unbearable degree. He's able to push little waves of emotions into people's minds, so if someone's sad he could put a little bubble of happiness in their head that could help them feel better. After a lot of training, he could gradually get better at this until he would be able to actually manipulate emotions.
Personality: Shy and timid, though determined. Sensitive. Adventurous and curious about everything. Anti-social and has a lot of trouble communicating and interacting with people around him. Is scared of getting close to someone because he believes that they'll just abandon him once he does something wrong. Good at keeping in his emotions and hides how he feels most of the time. Always spaces out and day-dreams, it's often hard to get him to respond because he's in a whole different world. Very imaginative. Even though he may come off as cold due to his anti-social tendencies, he is actually a very caring person and will do anything he can to help someone. Loves to find little hidey-spaces or climb trees and things like that where he can be alone. Really clumsy. Believes he's worthless and a waste of space, hard for him to see otherwise. Very independent, used to doing things himself and being alone. At the end of the day, he's just a sad, lonely boy who wishes he had people who cared about him.
Appearance:
The picture should tell you pretty much everything you need to know, except he's also pretty short.
Bio: As a baby he was left on the doorstep of a shabby orphanage, mainly in place to milk money out of the government, needless to say they didn't take very good care of him. That aforementioned orphanage closed down when he was only five years old, leaving him on the streets. He was employed (probably illegally) in the back of a shop doing heavy labor for minimal pay, only enough to get him a small meal a day, not leaving much for anything else. There wasn't anywhere else he could go though, so he stayed. He was treated very harshly at that job, often getting hit and abused, both physically and verbally, for small missteps. Everyday he was met with a tirade of shouts about how worthless and horrible he was, eventually setting that view onto himself. Nothing changed in his life for ten years, until his fifteenth birthday when his abilities were discovered after he accidentally told the shopkeeper how he was feeling. Scared and angered, the shopkeeper beat him half to death and threw him in an alley, where he was found by someone who knew about the orphanage. After recovering, he told the person about his abilities and he was sent off to the orphanage, where maybe he would finally find a home.
Age: 15
Gender: Male
Abilities: Emotion reading and manipulation. He can feel the emotions of others, at all times he can feel the emotions of other's around him, sometimes to an unbearable degree. He's able to push little waves of emotions into people's minds, so if someone's sad he could put a little bubble of happiness in their head that could help them feel better. After a lot of training, he could gradually get better at this until he would be able to actually manipulate emotions.
Personality: Shy and timid, though determined. Sensitive. Adventurous and curious about everything. Anti-social and has a lot of trouble communicating and interacting with people around him. Is scared of getting close to someone because he believes that they'll just abandon him once he does something wrong. Good at keeping in his emotions and hides how he feels most of the time. Always spaces out and day-dreams, it's often hard to get him to respond because he's in a whole different world. Very imaginative. Even though he may come off as cold due to his anti-social tendencies, he is actually a very caring person and will do anything he can to help someone. Loves to find little hidey-spaces or climb trees and things like that where he can be alone. Really clumsy. Believes he's worthless and a waste of space, hard for him to see otherwise. Very independent, used to doing things himself and being alone. At the end of the day, he's just a sad, lonely boy who wishes he had people who cared about him.
Appearance:
Bio: As a baby he was left on the doorstep of a shabby orphanage, mainly in place to milk money out of the government, needless to say they didn't take very good care of him. That aforementioned orphanage closed down when he was only five years old, leaving him on the streets. He was employed (probably illegally) in the back of a shop doing heavy labor for minimal pay, only enough to get him a small meal a day, not leaving much for anything else. There wasn't anywhere else he could go though, so he stayed. He was treated very harshly at that job, often getting hit and abused, both physically and verbally, for small missteps. Everyday he was met with a tirade of shouts about how worthless and horrible he was, eventually setting that view onto himself. Nothing changed in his life for ten years, until his fifteenth birthday when his abilities were discovered after he accidentally told the shopkeeper how he was feeling. Scared and angered, the shopkeeper beat him half to death and threw him in an alley, where he was found by someone who knew about the orphanage. After recovering, he told the person about his abilities and he was sent off to the orphanage, where maybe he would finally find a home.
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