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First things first, I am bored, need to work some of the rust out of my writing and I need to work some of the kinks out of my character. Therefore I am putting his history together, it will probably be quite long. But I'll space it out. Different posts will be different parts of his life. Any text colored Green like this paragraph, is a personal comment, to help understand because i know my role playing works like my mind, it's difficult to follow sometimes. First things first.


Origins:

Risalas, A breakoff nation from most of gaia, it held Separate government, viewed by most Gaians as obsolete if not barbaric. Ruled by the strongest, Elementals if you will, people in control of elemental forces. Tournaments, challenges, duels, the entire race had made war into a game, and it thrived in that game. It was a country bordering the south shore, split into different sects, that thrived in thier environments, giving people from different areas of the same continent such different appearances and small customs that it seemed many nations.

Much like the Anglo-Saxons of the Isles, they quarreled within the nation, different regions fighting others, rivalries brewing for centuries. Weakening the country, that by now rather than being led by an elite force, simply followed traditions, meaning that not always the strongest got in, simply the ones with more allies.


The people of Risalas were economically sound, but the government was a corruptible thing, more so by the ego it takes to be the best, leading many of the Elites, or leaders of various sects of the government to be easily corrupted by outside sources. The corruption led to the eventual downfall of Risalas.


Tenma is born about 11 years before The Fall, as a lot of loyal Risalans call it, though separated they stay in contact well.

He was born to a Soldier whose name he cannot remember. And his mother, the woman who took care of him and loved him greatly, a woman he has been missing for a long time, and still goes quite whenever he hears her name, Mary.

He was raised by his mother, his father having died when he was 4 in a border fight towards the beginning of the Fall. He showed an aptitude for Earth very young, being entranced easily while laying outside, the earth and nature around him mystifying him. His mother was much the same, laying with her young son on the grass, wrapping her arms around him and tickling him, these were the happiest days of his life.

The first time he found his power, was an accident, one day when he was watching the birds, and enjoying the feel of the soft dirt beneath him it started to stir, more so than wind would move it, small ripples moving away from him. His mother noticed.

By this time he was 6 and old enough to know something was amiss, his mother asked him with tears in her eyes to never do that again, that they would take him. But it was too late.

Once the power is awakened by the first touch, it happens more and more frequently whether or not the child wants it too until they learn to control it.

Less than a month later, while outside his house, the dust devils arose again and swirled around him. Someone took notice and alerted the temples.

The temples took care of young men with power, taught them to fight once they learned to control their power.

They came, and against his mothers and his own wishes, no matter how much he cried and struggled in protest, they took him to the temple, and held him there, and with promises of returning him to his mother soon, began his instruction.