The Story
A hard start to life, thats all he got, born into the world not in the Imperial Captial but into the slums of a small village where death was a way of life. If the rot didn't get you, the gangs usually did, and for him, add in being short and out of shape, avoiding the gangs was near impossible. For the first few years of his life, he was beaten within a hairs breath of his life, usually just for the gangs to pass the time, no other real reason existed.

Rage built up in his mind, body and soul with every beating, to the point where he was ready to lash out at anyone that so much as looked at him wrong. With these emotions building up within him, it was only a matter of time until they burst from him in a massive outcry for the pain they inflicted upon him to stop.

When that night finally came, he was unprepared for the sheer power that burst from his body. One of the several gangs came after him, starting with their normal game of taunting and stones but this time, he felt cold inside and stood his ground. A stone soared through the air and struck his head but instead of going down, the power that flowed within him kept him focused, bursting out as he yelled at them to leave him alone. If one were to describe it, it would be as if all of the pain, suffering and destruction that filled the wastes of Oblivion had been set loose upon the village in one moment of anguish.
The emotion fueled magic smashed the village as it slept, without any of the normal control a spell might have. Some, like the gang, were melted by the heat of the blast, others turned to ash, still some others killed by the shockwave that preceeded the damage. It might be said that the truely unlucky ones, were like the nameless boy whom had summoned the powerful magics, their bodies twisted and melted by both the magic and fires that spread, engulfing the village in moments.


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Si-Shen and YX33A (last updated august 7 2010)

Oohhhhh, nice name....