On the fourth year of the Second Age, a young boy was born in Dobrov, a town located in Oren. This child was given the name Comet Galacian. He lived a simple life, his parents Hanibal and Annabel, who both followed the Canonist church, tried to take good care of him, and even made an attempt to support his hunger for knowledge. Though, they found his lack of understanding over human emotions to get in the way sometimes.
Despite Comet spending most of his time in an athenaeum, he managed to keep a close friend group, albeit a small one. One of these friends included a boy by the name of Fredrick Mackith, who comet shared a similar interest with; fighting. Often, they'd spar with each other, usually ending in Fredrick beating Comet. Of course, sometimes Galacian would utilize his abnormal intelligence, pulling a trick or two on Fredrick to win.
It was a well known fact that Comet took interest in the beasts of the world, and how their strengths and weaknesses could be optimized, for agricultural or combat purposes. So, he began to study them, reading a variety of encyclopedias and records. However, he also studied a wide selection of categories, not just beasts. He also made sure to take his time to make himself familiar with a plethora of fighting styles, however he struggles to execute them himself.
During his studies in the library, he bumped into a young librarian by the name of Demetrius. Both of them bonded over their hunger for knowledge, and helped each other in their own studies. At around the age of thirty-three, Comet found himself searching for a tutor in martial arts. Demetrius decided to recommend him to the same teacher as Fredricks, Alphonse Pyreblood.
Comet entered the same harsh training as Fredrick, his diet was cut short just as his friends, and they both followed the exact same routine. Of course, this took a harsh tole on the both of them, however in the end it improved both of their stamina, strength and mental and physical endurance. At thirty-five, Comet, Fredrick and Demetrius all set off in search of employment. It's unlikely Comet will stop at anything to continue his search for knowledge.*
He'd step off from the boat, throwing a bag over his shoulder as his eyes scanned the port. The young man let out a short yawn, bringing his bare hand up to cover his mouth before continuing his way down from the wooden vessel. Comet's leather boots continued to clash against the gravel path as he made his way into the bazaar. He'd quickly stop the moment the man stepped infront, tilting a head and an eyebrow quirking. "Huh? Oh, nothing much, I guess. Just here to meet up with some friends." Comet peered over the top of the gentleman, attempting to spot his companions. "Who.. aren't here yet.." The boy let out a defeated sigh.
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