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healer - potionmaster - pacifist
you feel incomplete. something is wrong. the face that stares at you from the mirror is not you; something is missing. someone is missing. there is no sense of self without the other half, so you manage to pull yourself up off the ground in search of it. but it is nowhere to be found, that other half of yours. days pass. weeks? months? time is an illusion when you are not really there. anxiety comes in the form of the soft golden glow that emanates from your body, growing in brightness every second you are away from it. the emptiness grows every day, and you are scared. you must find it. you do not know what will happen if you are alone.
time passes. you are still alone, so terrifyingly, unflinchingly alone. you feel like you will fade away into the light at any moment, but somehow you are still there. but something is changing inside of you. has it been months already since you were alone? years? it is too long. you feel its presence fading every day, until you cannot even remember that you are incomplete in the first place. the reflection you see is you, and only you. you create an identity for yourself, get taken in by a clan with nothing better to do. you laugh, you cry, you suffer; you become something of your own. days pass. perhaps they are months; perhaps they are years. sometimes, you stare up into the night sky and wonder if there was someone else, but the thought is gone as soon as it came.
