xKenshin

You’ve just arrived in a swampy, dim town. As you look around, your gaze is met with shacks and cabins. It smells of rotted wood and wet moss. You duck and step into a tattered tent, illuminated by a series of candles suspended in the air. At the back of the tent, an old hag raises her head, “What brings you to this dingy town? she begins, then pauses to study your face—”Ah, it’s you. I’ve been expecting you. Sit,” she gestures at a cushion, “Tell me your story.” ((How do you respond?)) Azeroth pauses for a moment caught off-guard, he points to himself and asks; “Expecting…” he traces the scars on his hands to comfort himself, “Expecting me? Are you sure?” Azeroth slowly drags his feet towards the cushion, he pauses waiting for confirmation that he can sit. Once allowed, he kneels on the cushion interlocking his fingers and resting his hands on his lap. “My story, huh… It’s not something I like to think about” his nose feels heavy, Azeroth hates to relive his past. He thinks to himself, “If only things turned out differently, I could’ve-“ “he closes his eyes and shakes his head trying to snap out of it. “Okay, witch” he says in a raspy voice. “I was born and raised in a land far away, we followed our old traditions, we lived in underground cities, my family… You see, they are, were...?” He pauses for a moment, his eyes darting around the hut meanwhile tracing spirals on his hands. “Hmm, are; Priests of a Holy Order. Humph, in their eyes I don’t exist.” Azeroth scoffs, slightly smirking, “The failed third son. My dear mother” he says sarcastically “She wished I was born a girl. Curse her wishes!” Azeroth spits on the ground. “She was a vile woman, always taking her anger out on me and my brothers, I pray I will live to see myself rip her heart out of her chest and see the light leave her eyes” His demeanor had changed from the calm man, his eyes light up with a fury, the wrinkles and scars on his face have shifted and twisted deforming his face even more. He was no longer tracing the scars on his hands, but digging his finger nails into his skin trying to cut himself. “Have you ever loved anyone, witch?” he inquires the crone, “Who am I kidding… Of course not.” Azeroth got up to leave, as he was walking out, something stopped him from leaving, as if something or someone was preventing him from doing so, he paced around the tent. “Screw it, let’s get back to it then… Where was I… Right, she was the most beautiful woman in the city, I loved women from a young age, it was a thrill. Back home, we were under- Hmm, you would call it a Matriarchy. Anyways, her name was Daeris, my fall from grace.” He paces around the tent thinking for a minute, reliving all the memories again, Azeroth takes a deep breath and exhales sharply. “I made the mistake of trying to court a royal lady and I paid the price, out of respect for my family, I was given a trial. My punishment was ruled promptly, I was beaten, whipped and ostracized from our community, but apparently that was not enough for sweet mother. She locked me away in the family dungeon where I would be beaten and chastised regularly…” He gives the crone a death stare “I don’t appreciate your silent judgement, witch. Don’t make me take your life” Azeroth smirks and goes back to the cushion, kneeling on it. “Anyway… even a prisoner needs to be fed, so she sold me to a slaver, thinking back on it now. It was the greatest thing that happened to me.” All of a sudden he became really enthusiastic to speak- “You see, in the deepest of caverns is where I received my revelations, it’s where I met the Gods of old, the Prophets… Even the stars would come down to speak to me, they told me that I would be the Harbinger of Doom, I studied and I listened” Azeroth throws his top off and starts pointing and explaining all the symbols and runes on his body. “I’ve learned a lot with their guidance, these are the only reason I’ve lived to this day. Their light is inside these runes, when the stars came down-“ It was clear that Azeroth had started rambling like a lunatic as he spoke his eyes rolled back into his head, he was speaking fast, yet clearly. “I used them to cut myself to trap their light inside me. He extends both of his index fingers and runs them from his eyebrow to his chin simultaneously across the scars on his face. “These allow me to see far better than I ever could, when the time is right, I can see through the flesh of anyone and see their spir-“ Out of nowhere Azeroth collapses and starts convulsing letting out primal screams and growls, while also mumbling in a weird dialect. (I had wrote Azeroths backstory before, I tried to adapt it into the question provided. If needed I can send the backstory, but I feel this is enough. It tells who the character is and what they are like)