Deil Grist: The Steadfast Guardian

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Deil Grist: The Steadfast Guardian
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I thank kuro uchi for getting started in Naruto roleplay back in VR, Cobra_X and the select TUP crew that I worked with to create this wonderful guild after VR's death, and especially White Water Lilly for her part in giving Deil so much depth through his relationship with Misuki.

 

[Deil Grist]

/=Savior=\

Out in a small village in the land of rain lived a colony of Genjuu Kinzoku bloodline members notorious for their bloodthirsty nature. In that point and time one child lived in the village. The three month old child had proven to be quite resilient in terms of will because he cried very little when he was hungry or hit himself with his rattle. Even at that young of an age his strength was apparent. It actually hurt some when his little fist squeezed on the fingers of his parents, and his grey eyes mimicked the dull luster of the bloodline's metallic bones. Many in the village took it to be a good sign that he would grow up to be a fierce warrior. However the boy had a quite nature, and this concerned the boy's parents because most children grew up to be easily angered as a precursor to the love of combat they would acquire later on.

It was not uncommon for the entire village to go out to fight foes either for fun or because they were paid as mercenaries. Therefore the mother of the baby would make an earth clone before leaving so the baby could be taken care of. However one fateful night both of the baby's parent were killed during a battle by a kuni with several explosive tags strung to it. Back at the Genjuu Kinzoku village, the baby boy's clone mother disintegrated as she was feeding him a bottle of milk. The bottle fell out of the baby's mouth and onto the table his basket had been sitting on, and he giggled and cackled at what he thought was yet another one of his tricks his mother occasionally played on him, but then fell silent when she didn't reappear....

An Asian farmer of about forty years of age made his way into town during the afternoon two days later with his mule pulling a cart full of food. He had come with the intention to sell his produce to the village, and set his cart stand up at the edge of the village square. As he worked there he could hear the cries of a baby inside the house behind him, and thought nothing of it for some time. It carried on for almost two hours before he took a moment where there were no customers to go knock on the door. He was given no greeting other than the cries of the child, and then he looked inside the house window. He could see the basket and the child laying in it, and nobody was there taking care of it. A customer drew his attention back at to the cart, and the farmer asked where the parents got off thinking they could leave a child by itself for so long. Nodding in acknowledgment, the customer explained that children of parents killed in battle were not cared for by the village. That way any parents that loved their children would fight ferociously for the lives of their children as well as their own, but apparently that particular child's parents had proven themselves incapable of doing so and thus the child would be left to die.

Horrified by the response, he asked if it was possible that he might take the child as his own since nobody else would. The customer scratched his beard and said that it would save them the time of having to dig a grave and the inconvenience of having to smell the dead child, so he didn't see any problem with it. As soon as the customer had bought his good from him, the farmer ran to the door and went inside to retrieve the baby. Two days of not eating had left the baby's mouth and skin very dry, and his eyes and sunken somewhat into his skull. The farmer remembered that part of his produce was milk from his cows, so he immediately scrambled to find a bottle in the house and went back out to his cart to fill it. Upon returning he fed the baby while taking the basket out to his cart. He knew that he would need to get the baby to his home soon so it could be nursed back to health and checked out by his own village's midwife to ensure its survival. So he clamored onto the cart with baby Deil in his basket and rushed back to his home village.