Trivia

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Character

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History

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Roaming the world as it is now, he walks the plains and mountains, discovering the effects of The Massacre on the environment. Quite often, M will pop by Alqamar's shop, as the greenery and Alqamar's non-prying eyes tend to bring him at ease, just for that short amount of time.

WARNING: abuse victims take caution when reading.

"Royalty" at Birth

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Individuals of his race generally fell into two portions: those that had green undertones and those with red undertones. Those with green undertones were those of the commonfolk, where individuals commonly had the first form of Rune magics. Those with red undertones were considered on a similar level to royalty, though they were not basked in riches and spoils. Red undertoned individuals generally had the second form of Rune magics, and were seen with high regard as aforementioned. The greens did not quite like the reds, and the reds did not quite like the greens.

M was a misfit. His father, large and muscular with red undertones, had an affair with someone of green undertones. When his father found out that his mother was carrying him, he had exploded in anger. Having a child between the two types of people was very uncommon, and generally led to children that were either green or blue, with a small chance of being red. Blue undertoned children were not loved by either side, simply because there were too many variables of needing to take care of one compared the regular two. They were sandwiched between the green and red in terms of power, and because of their obvious colours, they were, again, not welcomed either.

M was born with blue undertones. His father was not pleased.

Harsh Reality

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Growing up was incredibly difficult for M. Not only was he sickly for the first few years of his life, he was forced to live in his father's home, away from the outside, from prying eyes, and from whispers full of gossip and mockery. His father constantly yelled at M by saying he should be thankful that he had kept him alive, simply because he was curious to see what type of Rune user M would turn out to be. If he was the first form, his father would send him off to the streets. If he was the second form, he would consider keeping him. Along with his constant complaints, his father would barely feed him a sustainable amount and required constant permissions to do anything. Anything slightly outside of his rules resulted in beatings. More often than not, regardless if M broke any ridiculous rules, his father would beat him simply because he was angry at something else. M was scared. He could hardly speak, let alone even dare to make eye contact with anyone. He wished constantly that he shouldn't have been born in the first place. Even crying was something so incredibly difficult to do, for fear of being beaten for even a sniffle. He was essentially emotionally and mentally dead on the inside.

A Real Father

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Over a few months, M heard murmurs, yells, and things breaking and crashing to the ground. He had never heard his father so angry before, but when his door opened to an unknown man, he still never understood why he showed up at his door.

The man who opened the door had red undertones, just like his father. But this time, instead of a scowl of disgust, his face was soft and full of worry at the boy's condition. Picking up the practically skeleton of a boy, the man apologized for not coming sooner to save him. M did not understand.

Why?

He soon learned his answer when he finally dared to look at the strange man in the eye, two years later. The man sat him down, explaining how he was able to take custody after having a vision of M's father treating him poorly. As a man who did a lot of charity service, he could not let this slip by. He fought against his father for months, eventually successfully prying M away from his father's overbearing control. The man further explained that he wanted M to learn what the world was actually like, and that there was so much more in store for M. The man wanted M to understand that he was going to fully support M in whichever path he took, so long as he understood the consequences.

"There wouldn't be a day where I wouldn't love you as if you were my own biological child," he said with a smile.

That was the first day M understood what it was like to be loved, breaking into tears as the older man comforted him.

It took some time, but the words of his foster father rang true. The colours seemed to be brighter, the food started to taste better, being outside was amazing, and he never saw his father again. M wanted to give back to his foster father so much for showing him the other side of the world.

The Massacre

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Readings from an annual rune ceremony provided shocking results. Within weeks, a mass killing would happen, with a red individual who had been exiled for his heinous crimes. He seeked power and in turn, was coming back to unleash it.

Stopping him wasn't possible if their race was to survive. They had to pick people whose task was to flee. But even if they did flee, their chances of survival were slim. There was only one option left.

The Rune Council had successfully concocted an elixir, based off of old relics of the past, that could grant something similar to immortality or an elongated life to those who drank it. However, there were only a handful of elixirs available.

The foster father explained what was happening. As a member of the Rune Council and as an individual that contributed most to the buildings of civilizations, they had selected him to be one of the recipients. The foster father had other plans however. He wanted M to consume the concoction, because he foresaw into his future that "he too, would be able to find someone to love and live beside," but only far into the future.

M could not accept. How could he accept? His foster father was his world, and there was no one else to replace him. He was the one who opened his eyes to the rest of the world. He was the one who gave him the nurturing love that he needed.

He couldn't.

His foster father forced him to drink it before he could pick a fight, sending him away with a hired mercenary. Although the mercenary knew the consequences and died when the exiled one came after them, M was able to survive the slashing.

That was the last time he ever heard from his foster father. His heart was devastated.

Modern Life

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Alone in the new and growing world, he closed himself off from the rest of civilization. Living in isolation was his only way to repent when he was unable to convince his foster father to at least come with him. He didn't understand why his foster father left him alone, just to meet some "destined one" that he was "sure to love".

After deciding that the time he had spent on a lonesome land was enough, he embarked on a journey to visit the other lands to see what had changed. The world was full of red, but the blue skies had returned. His foster father had always urged him to see and learn, and upon realizing during his grief, he was not fulfilling his foster father's wish. Making his way to the edge of the continent to visit the others, M slowly regained hope to better himself and to hold his foster father's wishes true to his heart.

And, perhaps, he could find that "special someone" too.

Trivia

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M found Alqamar's shop by chance when he was exploring the world. Attracted to the colours and greenery on the inside, Alqamar accepted him into his company with open arms, some donuts (which M had found odd but delicious), and quiet time where Alqamar would leave him undisturbed. In return for his kindness, M occasionally brings him back customers who are interested in a little bit of livelihood in their lives.

M is also not his actual name. M's actual name is now too hard to pronounce with the modern tongue, so he opted to go with a nickname instead.