Hello, I am Matty.
I was born hundreds of years ago, destined for a normal humanoid life. But that side of fate was short lived. As I grew, so did the power of black magic that my mother would experiment in. I have since then disbanded from my mother and my father, by force, not by choice. I want to age. I want to be normal again. That dream is long gone.
I am..Well..Was, the owner of a very prestige Lounge a few hundred years ago. I was sent to build it from the ground up as a child, and grew until my early to late 20s creating it from my childish mind. I was always told I would get nowhere. I was discouraged, but I still would always pay full attention to this lounge. One day, after a spell was cast on me by my mother, I was bound to the lounge, unable to leave it for all of eternity. Unable to age. Unable to live a normal life. That spell did not prosper.
The lounge stayed up and going for quite a long time. I lost count of the many years it existed. But there was a time that a great war swept the land. The lounge was destroyed. After years and years of work, I had no chance to rebuild something so massive. All of the deaths, all of the friends and family that were now gone, it was too much to bear. I was finished trying.
There was a hooded young woman, a young bayonette, who had shown herself to me a week after the lounge was gone. She promised that she could break the spell that held me to this place, but she could not break the side of the spell to make me age. I wanted to leave and explore the world, but where would I go?
This woman turned out to be a very strong woman. She cast a spell on me for a price. I was to stitch my heart with hers and merge. I refused. I could not imagine the pain of this process. After this fuse, I was taken aback by yet another spell, forcing me to have nothing but rage against a certain sad old man who had caused such pain towards my family. I had no recollection of what I was doing. I could never forgive myself for what I had done.
After forcing myself to murder another human, I had put myself into exile. I was a free man at soul, but a broken coward at heart. I stayed in a desert for many a years. Late after a lost count of nights and days, I realized that I was finally physically un-bonded from the Lounge ruins. I had a thirst for the sight of another human being and society from years and years of exiling myself. I realized it was time that I case my broken soul until I finish exploring and getting back onto my feet.
I made it back to society after 12 days and 12 nights of walking. But this society was different. This society.. Wasn't a society at all. It was what appeared to be a mansion. A very exclusive, empty mansion by the looks of it from the outside. Very windy, very stormy, I had a horrid feeling about my future, so I clenched my fist and took myself to the front door, and shyly knocked. To my surprise, a beautiful young woman had answered the door.
I was mesmerized by her looks. But I was also taken aback by the feeling of the same black magic my mother had practiced in long ago. I wasn't sure if it was a good or a bad feeling I had, but I had a craving to stay in this area. I looked disgusting. I had nothing but hectic dirty sandy clothes from my desert exile. I did all but beg at this woman's feet to be a guest at this estate until I could find a way to get back onto my feet. To my utter surprise, she allowed it.
To this day, it makes absolutely no sense to me how I found this place. This place seems invisible to the humans around it. I sense nothing but the same magic my family had used on me so long ago. I am here now. Everything is starting to make me more curious about the history of this place, and the history of the people in it.
I stand at a pretty short 5'8", Black hair, one red cracked eye infused with black magic, and one eye covered up that is blind. I now wear the clothes that my grandfather has worn when he began his warlock magic, (blue, white, and gold commander proper wear) I am far past 300 years old, with the appearance of someone in their prime 20s. I am obsessed with rain and storms in general.
I was born hundreds of years ago, destined for a normal humanoid life. But that side of fate was short lived. As I grew, so did the power of black magic that my mother would experiment in. I have since then disbanded from my mother and my father, by force, not by choice. I want to age. I want to be normal again. That dream is long gone.
I am..Well..Was, the owner of a very prestige Lounge a few hundred years ago. I was sent to build it from the ground up as a child, and grew until my early to late 20s creating it from my childish mind. I was always told I would get nowhere. I was discouraged, but I still would always pay full attention to this lounge. One day, after a spell was cast on me by my mother, I was bound to the lounge, unable to leave it for all of eternity. Unable to age. Unable to live a normal life. That spell did not prosper.
The lounge stayed up and going for quite a long time. I lost count of the many years it existed. But there was a time that a great war swept the land. The lounge was destroyed. After years and years of work, I had no chance to rebuild something so massive. All of the deaths, all of the friends and family that were now gone, it was too much to bear. I was finished trying.
There was a hooded young woman, a young bayonette, who had shown herself to me a week after the lounge was gone. She promised that she could break the spell that held me to this place, but she could not break the side of the spell to make me age. I wanted to leave and explore the world, but where would I go?
This woman turned out to be a very strong woman. She cast a spell on me for a price. I was to stitch my heart with hers and merge. I refused. I could not imagine the pain of this process. After this fuse, I was taken aback by yet another spell, forcing me to have nothing but rage against a certain sad old man who had caused such pain towards my family. I had no recollection of what I was doing. I could never forgive myself for what I had done.
After forcing myself to murder another human, I had put myself into exile. I was a free man at soul, but a broken coward at heart. I stayed in a desert for many a years. Late after a lost count of nights and days, I realized that I was finally physically un-bonded from the Lounge ruins. I had a thirst for the sight of another human being and society from years and years of exiling myself. I realized it was time that I case my broken soul until I finish exploring and getting back onto my feet.
I made it back to society after 12 days and 12 nights of walking. But this society was different. This society.. Wasn't a society at all. It was what appeared to be a mansion. A very exclusive, empty mansion by the looks of it from the outside. Very windy, very stormy, I had a horrid feeling about my future, so I clenched my fist and took myself to the front door, and shyly knocked. To my surprise, a beautiful young woman had answered the door.
I was mesmerized by her looks. But I was also taken aback by the feeling of the same black magic my mother had practiced in long ago. I wasn't sure if it was a good or a bad feeling I had, but I had a craving to stay in this area. I looked disgusting. I had nothing but hectic dirty sandy clothes from my desert exile. I did all but beg at this woman's feet to be a guest at this estate until I could find a way to get back onto my feet. To my utter surprise, she allowed it.
To this day, it makes absolutely no sense to me how I found this place. This place seems invisible to the humans around it. I sense nothing but the same magic my family had used on me so long ago. I am here now. Everything is starting to make me more curious about the history of this place, and the history of the people in it.
I stand at a pretty short 5'8", Black hair, one red cracked eye infused with black magic, and one eye covered up that is blind. I now wear the clothes that my grandfather has worn when he began his warlock magic, (blue, white, and gold commander proper wear) I am far past 300 years old, with the appearance of someone in their prime 20s. I am obsessed with rain and storms in general.
