Neji
Backstory:
The development of events beyond a person's control, regarded as determined by destiny. Those are the words that govern my life. When I was little I would be bullied a lot for my looks. I didn't look like the other human boys and girls. Then again I wasn't human. We were never liked, probably hated, in fact. My only friend would play with me regularly. Often having to sneak away to play with me. "Everyone here is weird. My mom too." He would say. "My dad is an adventurer and he says that people don't care who you are or what you look like. He definitely wouldn't care. He said he's been all around the world and been on all kinds of adventures and his best friends aren't even human!" I would stare and listen in awe as he'd recount tellings of his father's escapades. We'd often pretend we were adventurers ourselves. Things weren't... terrible. One day the bullying got bad. Someone threw a particularly large rock at me and drew blood. My friend had finally had enough. "If you wont stand up for yourself, I will." He was brave, I wish I could stand in the face of adversity steadfast in my resolve. He stood up from the ground we were sitting on and challenged the bully. Standing toe to toe the two stared each other down. "Lea-" And before he could finish another word he was forcefully shoved. As he attempted to back peddle his foot got caught on my leg. Before I knew what had happened I was kneeling over him watching the blood trickle down the boulder embedded in the ground. For the first time in my life my body began to shift as I saw the life leave his eyes "You killed him..." The bully exclaimed. The group of bullies stared wide-eyed with their mouths wide open and a look of horror on their faces. They ran into the town. I was in shock. My vision was going in and out. it would blur and turn dark. I could feel my heart pulsate throughout my body. My limbs went numb. I don't know how long I was there for. But it was long enough for me to look to the wayside and notice the citizens of the town beginning their march across the field to my home with torches and weapons in hand. Adrenaline surged through my body as I leapt to my feet to run home and warn my family. When I arrived, I noticed two things: I was not myself. I could not speak. "Oh, what has happened to you? Where's Neji? No worries let me patch you up." I was confused because I was standing in front of her. Could she not recognize her own child? I looked into a mirror that was in the room and dread set in. Time was ticking. I was fidgety: constantly moving and on edge as I tried to stammer out the words that would save my family. Gibberish is all that came out. "Are you ok, baby? You're sweating like crazy. What's wrong with..." The setting sun cast a red glare across the sky. My mother looked out the window and noticed the mob coming toward our house. My father came into the room. A rock half as big as my head crashed through the glass and collided with my fathers head. rendering him unconscious in a bloody mess. Time was up. They charged the door and as they did they impaled my mother through I tried to scream that I loved her but my voice was silenced. I'd never seen so much blood that day. I ran out the back door and never looked back. Knowing that she died staring into the face of a boy that wasn't hers coupled with the fact that I'm cursed to look like the boy whose death I'm responsible for is torture. These abilities of my mine. They aren't the blessing my mother would say they were. They caused my friend to die for me and my family the same without ever seeing their son one last time. I was hopeless. I was on the run for years going from city to city. Embracing the dark fate I was hopeless of ever escaping. I was further raised by a man who taught me to steal, and kill but most importantly, survive. "The world is cold, but death is colder. Stay warm kiddo." He'd always say. He also thought it strange that I never aged or talked but never thought to ask why. We were a good team and that's all that mattered to him, but not for me. Unfortunately, that's all we were. One day, I messed up a job wrong. I messed up and he too died because of me. He was killed and I ran... again. I was alone... again. Depression and anxiety set in as I was ready to take my own life because anything was better than this. Then I remembered the stories my friend would tell of his father of his many fellow adventurer friends and adventures. My eyes grew wide in fascination. Could I be redeemed and live a life of adventure free from this cursed form? Am I fated to live the life that has been laid out before me or end it here... but maybe, just maybe I bend destiny to my will and forge my own path. My anxiety set in almost as if to spite me ever thinking I could betray destiny. The world truly is a cold place, but again, death is colder.
Current Location
Species
Ethnicity
Children
Sex
Male
Gender
Man
Eyes
White
Hair
Long White
Height
6'0"
Weight
180
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