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Okane walks amongst the populace, with faces looking at him in different flavors of both hatred and disgust. In their eyes, he appears to be a man out for vengeance -to be more precise, a man seeking revenge. In reality, he is but a lost soul looking for their hope in their bloodstained life, finding that bleak light within the depth of despair. Shackled by the chains of hatred, pinned down by the swords of dread. Robbed of a family's love at birth, left to drown in rupture. Born to die as a failure. Raised as a child with eyes whom see the cruelty of this world. Having lost his only family and his friends, all slaughtered by Griffith. One is shorn of fate, grieved for all eternity, and struggling within his inner self. Taken over by an emotionless parasite, who feeds upon his own rage, stopping at nothing to achieve their questionable goals. In the very beginning, he was fighting against death itself, fighting against destiny and causality, forcing his way only to be dragged back into the cesspits of despair.
He has seen all the bad things in his entire life, filled with nothing but nightmares. Though there are some happy memories that he once held, they are all stained by the malicious hands of fate, bringing false hope to his miserable life.
As a man with a blood of a Cedeist, he hears all the agony of his people. The responsibility and the burden he must involuntarily carry for all his life. Forced to see the harshness of the world in such a young age, he is no stranger to bad things. He tried calming down, he tried containing the overflow of emotion bottling up from the inside, but it was pointless
And when he thought that it was painful enough, he was robbed of his family. His wife being raped, his kids being mutilated and eaten, it was something beyond breaking. His sanity, his own self, all was shattered to pieces.
The very meaning in his life is gone.... All was stolen from him.....
Forever sealed in darkness....
Having no light to comfort him from the endless torture....
Why was he even here?
"Jerk!"
"You need to get therapy!"
The voices became all but louder.
Rotting in hopelessness, decayed of any chance in life. Why does he still fight?
What is the thing that drives him?
No one knows...
But if one were to give a guess, it would be his very trauma that pushed him this far. Even at the inevitability of death, he refused giving in to these things. Though he shattered to pieces, he will always being himself back...
And that is how he remains fighting....
Okane walks amongst the populace, with faces looking at him in different flavors of both hatred and disgust. In their eyes, he appears to be a man out for vengeance -to be more precise, a man seeking revenge. In reality, he is but a lost soul looking for their hope in their bloodstained life, finding that bleak light within the depth of despair. Shackled by the chains of hatred, pinned down by the swords of dread. Robbed of a family's love at birth, left to drown in rupture. Born to die as a failure. Raised as a child with eyes whom see the cruelty of this world. Having lost his only family and his friends, all slaughtered by Griffith. One is shorn of fate, grieved for all eternity, and struggling within his inner self. Taken over by an emotionless parasite, who feeds upon his own rage, stopping at nothing to achieve their questionable goals. In the very beginning, he was fighting against death itself, fighting against destiny and causality, forcing his way only to be dragged back into the cesspits of despair.
He has seen all the bad things in his entire life, filled with nothing but nightmares. Though there are some happy memories that he once held, they are all stained by the malicious hands of fate, bringing false hope to his miserable life.
As a man with a blood of a Cedeist, he hears all the agony of his people. The responsibility and the burden he must involuntarily carry for all his life. Forced to see the harshness of the world in such a young age, he is no stranger to bad things. He tried calming down, he tried containing the overflow of emotion bottling up from the inside, but it was pointless
And when he thought that it was painful enough, he was robbed of his family. His wife being raped, his kids being mutilated and eaten, it was something beyond breaking. His sanity, his own self, all was shattered to pieces.
The very meaning in his life is gone.... All was stolen from him.....
Forever sealed in darkness....
Having no light to comfort him from the endless torture....
Why was he even here?
"Jerk!"
"You need to get therapy!"
The voices became all but louder.
Rotting in hopelessness, decayed of any chance in life. Why does he still fight?
What is the thing that drives him?
No one knows...
But if one were to give a guess, it would be his very trauma that pushed him this far. Even at the inevitability of death, he refused giving in to these things. Though he shattered to pieces, he will always being himself back...
And that is how he remains fighting....
