Matia's Origin Story

I have always been a doll in someone else's dream.

I was to be a dancer. 

I came from a rich merchant family that had plenty of business connections but needed better social ones. So I was to be a famed performer, whether I liked it or not.

I was a rambunctious child. I could find mischief easier than I could find the will to focus on my studies. Which while it always got me into trouble, but they'd never notice me otherwise. However one day I took it to far, and they sent me away. That was the last time I ever saw or heard from them.

They thought a few years as a priest would straighten me out. Make me the best student I could be and in favor with Lady Vora. I tried to be good for a while, but I have an uncanny ability to subvert expectations in all the wrong ways. I crossed the line and was severely punished for it.

I thought I was dead. Unfortunately, I wasn't that lucky. Everything was dark, I couldn't hear or smell or even touch and taste things. It felt like my entire body was being crushed, and I couldn't move. I tried to yell, but nothing came out. Sometimes, I thought I heard an argument, but it sounded far off and muffled like it was being yelled through water. Eventually, I recovered most of my senses, and I could move again, but the light never returned. I could only see swirling blackness forever.

I was now the puppet of a goddess that loathed my existence. I had been gone for almost a year, though no one seemed excited at my return. I had been both cursed and made Avatar by Vora, the Goddess of Music. The biggest screw up in the shrine, committed treason, was blinded and was appointed Avatar.

I understand why so many people hate me. They want their Lady's Avatar to be perfect. Not some twisted, broken, and blind idiot who can barely function on a good day. Lady Vora doesn't want me as an Avatar either, she's never been around me, much less talk to me. It's not like I was some mastermind or even had a choice in the matter though.

All the attention I longed for as a child has been suddenly dumped onto me, yet instead of waves of joy and contentment, I feel like I'm drowning in a sea of disapproval, disappointment, and judgment.

It's what I deserve though.