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Ademant.
A genasi emotionally destroyed. He has spent his life under predjudice and hatred because of what he is, and perhaps what he is becoming. Even his closest friends turned against him. Something is not right. Something is somehow..different. He feels it everyday: when he fights, when he runs, when he tries to be happy. But most of all, when he sleeps. Nightmares plague his restless sleep...hot fiery burning is all he feels. There are times when the sensation lingers long after he has awoken. The day becomes an endless struggle to stay calm, to not succumb to the rage that burns within. Some days it becomes too much..his blood boils over and then a flash of white.
The people around him lay on the ground..his closest friends, gasping for breath. They surely won't seek him out again.
What is it? Why is he not like the other planetouched? His mother was like them, and his father too even. Why must he be different? Something lurks inside. Something he cannot control, for it controls him. It is not without its advantages, however. The great strength that his cousins lack is hardly a burden..until it is out of control. The heat of a fire seems calmer compared to that which burns him in his dreams. Something is different.
A dark secret in his family...he knows this is it, it must be it. He struggles to forget the words his mother once said "is wasn't his fault" she told him again and again. His fault or not, the muddy sweat still covers him as he tries to rest.
Tiredness...
When will he be allowed to sleep...
The father of his name was a strange genasi...a weak genasi. Too weak to see past the illusion...His wife would disappear for days without a word. No-one ever saw her go. Dragons can be excellent transmuters, it seems.
One the 5th year of their relationship a child was conceived. A young genasi with feiry red hair. He certainly stood out. His strength and temper became well known in the region... The subsequent generations of the line lost the unusual hair pigmentation and people put the oddity down to misfortune. Until 35 years ago the colour came out again, in Ademant.
Ademant...
The first in his family to even think to dabble in the arcane. Perhaps it is this that catalyses the blood..
There was a time when he was a liked genasi, a leader of others. The times of being a confident leader seem long gone, but perhaps not forever. How can he lead others, when he cannot even trust himself? The only option remaining is to keep quiet...silence keeps the rage at bay, usually. Hopefully one day the nightmares will end. The red hot images of great wings and fire will stop searing through his mind, and peace will come again. Perhaps then he can again be a great leader once more.
For now he must blend in, join the military perhaps. Afterall, the rage is easier to hide in the midst of battle...
A genasi emotionally destroyed. He has spent his life under predjudice and hatred because of what he is, and perhaps what he is becoming. Even his closest friends turned against him. Something is not right. Something is somehow..different. He feels it everyday: when he fights, when he runs, when he tries to be happy. But most of all, when he sleeps. Nightmares plague his restless sleep...hot fiery burning is all he feels. There are times when the sensation lingers long after he has awoken. The day becomes an endless struggle to stay calm, to not succumb to the rage that burns within. Some days it becomes too much..his blood boils over and then a flash of white.
The people around him lay on the ground..his closest friends, gasping for breath. They surely won't seek him out again.
What is it? Why is he not like the other planetouched? His mother was like them, and his father too even. Why must he be different? Something lurks inside. Something he cannot control, for it controls him. It is not without its advantages, however. The great strength that his cousins lack is hardly a burden..until it is out of control. The heat of a fire seems calmer compared to that which burns him in his dreams. Something is different.
A dark secret in his family...he knows this is it, it must be it. He struggles to forget the words his mother once said "is wasn't his fault" she told him again and again. His fault or not, the muddy sweat still covers him as he tries to rest.
Tiredness...
When will he be allowed to sleep...
The father of his name was a strange genasi...a weak genasi. Too weak to see past the illusion...His wife would disappear for days without a word. No-one ever saw her go. Dragons can be excellent transmuters, it seems.
One the 5th year of their relationship a child was conceived. A young genasi with feiry red hair. He certainly stood out. His strength and temper became well known in the region... The subsequent generations of the line lost the unusual hair pigmentation and people put the oddity down to misfortune. Until 35 years ago the colour came out again, in Ademant.
Ademant...
The first in his family to even think to dabble in the arcane. Perhaps it is this that catalyses the blood..
There was a time when he was a liked genasi, a leader of others. The times of being a confident leader seem long gone, but perhaps not forever. How can he lead others, when he cannot even trust himself? The only option remaining is to keep quiet...silence keeps the rage at bay, usually. Hopefully one day the nightmares will end. The red hot images of great wings and fire will stop searing through his mind, and peace will come again. Perhaps then he can again be a great leader once more.
For now he must blend in, join the military perhaps. Afterall, the rage is easier to hide in the midst of battle...
