HISTORY

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_{Your sensitive eyes adjust to the blinding rays of the African sun. In the distance creatures feast on charred flesh of a familiar figure. For the first time blood fills your mouth. Your fangs settle into the large avian's throat, but you don't eat it. Your first meal was that of a fallen militia. An image which still haunts you; an ironic metaphor for your entire existence.You hide from the desert's unforgiving climate, but you don't leave the devastating scene. Days later you hear the low roar of a motor. An approaching vehicle. You stay hidden until two figures notice you. You don't make a sound.}

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_{You don't know them, yet their voices offer protection. They reach out to you and you feel the tenderness of love for the first time. Her name was Aadila. A mother and mentor. She gave you your name– Airin.You begin to understand words. You understand compassion and empathy. Yet the mischief swelling inside you makes you notorious around the Caravan. You steal, you hide. Your family deems you intelligent; they begin training you in the art of thievery.}

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_{You don't understand the dangers chasing your family. You're loved, you're learning. You're still very much a wild animal. Your sentient mind is still trapped by your instincts. There's a sensation calling to you.You're away with a Caravan member. You get what you need, but a bullet causes her to fall. You don't understand, and you run.}

there is fire.
burning flesh drowns your senses.
their screams deafen you.

_{Aadila reached out to you. Begged for help. Her fear forever burned into your memory.
You ran. You fucking ran.}

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_{The sky cries for the first time. The sensation calling to you comforts you as you travel across the Sahara. It sings; it hums; it sooths. You find an old tomb. The sensation beckons you.Subconsciously you navigate through the tomb. Weaving through collapsed passages until you come to find a deep pool. Alienistic chains bury deep into the watery abyss. You creep closer, wanting to learn what's lurking. Until your weight triggers a mechanism.The chains submerge an ancient prison. You don't have time to think as black mass slams into your body. Within a blink you find yourself in the Saharah sands once more. An onyx, one-eyed Heron hums to you. His name is Xavier. He tells you your fate is worse than death.}

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you are barren– one without a soul.
destined to be a god. you don't want to be.

_{Xavier aids you in your revenge of your Caravan. You're not fond of his crooked tendencies, but you don't question him. You are not free from sin. You never were.You kill. You thieve. You learn the hidden truths of this world. Knowledge is your power, and you learn to read and understand language. Every book there is is at your mercy, and you'll surpass your greatest enemy. You will never be deemed lesser than man.}

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_{Throughout your travels several souls find peace with you. They give you your strength. The ability to survive. The master of land, air, and sea. The haunt of the Brooks. The siblings of Romania. All lend their soul. Them and Xavier teach you lessons of life as you gain strength and knowledge every day. Living in this world through travel and peace. Until you met REDACTED ––––}

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~~She C̸HA̢RM͝S ͡you.͏ ̢S̶h̵e͝ ̛L͠IED to̴ ̶you. ̸She ͜t r̨ied͡ t͘o͟ ta̴k҉e ̶E̴VER̕Y̛ŢHIN͢G f͜ro̧m̵ you. She C̸HA̢RM͝S ͡you.͏ ̢S̶h̵e͝ ̛L͠IED to̴ ̶you. ̸She ͜t r̨ied͡ t͘o͟ ta̴k҉e ̶E̴VER̕Y̛ŢHIN͢G f͜ro̧m̵ you. She C̸HA̢RM͝S ͡you.͏ ̢S̶h̵e͝ ̛L͠IED to̴ ̶you. ̸She ͜t r̨ied͡ t͘o͟ ta̴k҉e ̶E̴VER̕Y̛ŢHIN͢G f͜ro̧m̵ you. She C̸HA̢RM͝S ͡you.͏She ͜t r̨ied͡ t͘o͟ ~~

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_{You lost everything to her. From the ashes you're a shell, but you gained something new– a brother.You and Xavier, your brother, begin assassination work. A good cover up to feed your brother, and live in the shadows of corpses. But you realize something– you're too human.You retreat to the Carpathian mountains. A Felicid to gain territory and live in peace. The humans of the towns below name you: Domnul Muntelui.}

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_{It's the perfect life. You never wish to leave. Yet, after centuries you begin to grow bored. You heckled the townspeople, you protected your lands. The itch for something new throbs in your mind, and you begin to head West.It's different. It's putrid, but you welcome it with a sense of familiarity. You begin to gain territory slowly as you learn the new tricks to survival. You don't have a home, but your brother is all you need. You stumble across a supernatural-only bar– THE GEAR SHIFT.}

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