History:The Hashishin Clan, a small clan of nobles that resided within one of the captured territories of Kou, had a rather tame front. Their lands weren’t far from Magnostadt, and many members of their ranks were Half-Magicians. But beneath their innocent covers of a merchant clan, was a family of trained assassins. Throughout the underground world, they were rather known for their mastery of the arts, from their extensive studies in magic to their techniques revolving around the use of poisons and gasses. They were known to use smoke bombs laced with hallucinogenic smog that would hamper their enemies to poisons that would cripple their limbs.
But any enemy of the strong clan was the Kuraba, a military clan that grounded out soldiers for the Kou Military. They were long-time rivals of the Hashishin, and often took each chance they had to fight against them. But over the recent years, the aggression between the two families began to boil over with simple words leading to blows.
Meanwhile, Merari was the son of one of the head’s daughters, Anisha, and a Magician named Levi who was from a different clan. They were a loving family, but the boy doesn’t remember much of them. Levi and Anisha did their best to raise their son the right way while passing down their family techniques. His mother taught her some of the basic Hashishin arts while his father taught him magic. A pastime that the entire family enjoyed was music: something that would forever be important to Merari. It was the best life that the young child could have imagined, and it was a very happy life. He had many friends within the close-knit clan, and occasionally family from Levi’s clan would visit their family.
But one day, the relationship between the Hashishin and the Kuraba completely snapped and the two exploded into full-blown fighting. It only lasted a single day, but it was one that completely changed Merari and his life forever. He would never forgive the other clan for what they had done to the Hashishin, and most importantly, his family.
The last time Merari would see his mother was when she hid him in a closet room, giving him a concoction that would put him into a temporary state of comatose. While he was passed out, Anisha tried to fight alongside her family in dire attempts to protect their clan, but she was one of the many casualties in the brutal fight. Merari could do nothing due to the drink, but it was the saving grace that kept him alive. Due to the effects of the potion, his body was in a state that was similar to death, close enough that he was left for dead by the Kuraba during their search for survivors.
When Merari woke up, a day or two had passed, and all he could find was carnage. The Hashishin were far from strong enough to survive such a direct battle, and he found himself all alone. He had no clue who else had survived or if he was the last member of his clan. The weight of the entire calamity was too much for the young boy, who was left with nothing at the tender age of nine. His family was long gone, and so was his home. There was nothing, and Merari was the only one left in the wreckage, left to mourn by himself. He was bubbled over with sorrow, grief, and confusion as he lingered in the torn remains of the clan compound. Sadness transformed into anger the longer he stayed, and it was during that time did Merari change from an optimistic if slightly mischievous boy to the beginnings of the person he is today. The pain was too much for his fragile heart and mind, and Merari grew bitter of everything. Of the time with his family stolen, of how the Kuraba had destroyed everything he had, and how fate allowed everything to be ripped away from him.
Who knew what would have happened to the young boy if it weren’t for Levi’s brothers, Alec and Seth, who came to the ruined house. Their visit was to be a surprise, to announce to their baby brother that their sister had found a husband and to invite Merari and Levi to the wedding in Magnostadt. But, all they found was Merari, crying and trembling. Seeing how the young boy had nothing left for him in Kou, the brothers took him back to the city of Magnostadt in an attempts to help him pick up the remains of his life.
From that point in his life, Merari grew up with the small Ersatz clan whose surname he was forced to adopt. Alec and his wife tried to create a new home for the young boy, but nothing they did could console the boy. They tried to have him talk to professionals, but all he would say was “I wasn’t awake to see it” and that, “it’ll heal”. And it seemed to be that way. Over time, Merari pretended to overcome the horrors that befell his actual family. He was careful to always show a smiling facade, and that while he was quiet, he was “happy”. He eventually convinced his surrogate parents to stop with the doctoral visits that he would be fine on his own. They had agreed in hopes of doing him some right and due to the fact of the
progress he seemed to make. But over the past years, Merari’s rage and wrath for the Kuraba only grew and grew. Deep down he continued to change, his inner personality and mind continued to rot.
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[b]History:[/b]
The Hashishin Clan, a small clan of nobles that resided within one of the captured territories of Kou, had a rather tame front. Their lands weren’t far from Magnostadt, and many members of their ranks were Half-Magicians. But beneath their innocent covers of a merchant clan, was a family of trained assassins. Throughout the underground world, they were rather known for their mastery of the arts, from their extensive studies in magic to their techniques revolving around the use of poisons and gasses. They were known to use smoke bombs laced with hallucinogenic smog that would hamper their enemies to poisons that would cripple their limbs.
But any enemy of the strong clan was the Kuraba, a military clan that grounded out soldiers for the Kou Military. They were long-time rivals of the Hashishin, and often took each chance they had to fight against them. But over the recent years, the aggression between the two families began to boil over with simple words leading to blows.
Meanwhile, Merari was the son of one of the head’s daughters, Anisha, and a Magician named Levi who was from a different clan. They were a loving family, but the boy doesn’t remember much of them. Levi and Anisha did their best to raise their son the right way while passing down their family techniques. His mother taught her some of the basic Hashishin arts while his father taught him magic. A pastime that the entire family enjoyed was music: something that would forever be important to Merari. It was the best life that the young child could have imagined, and it was a very happy life. He had many friends within the close-knit clan, and occasionally family from Levi’s clan would visit their family.
But one day, the relationship between the Hashishin and the Kuraba completely snapped and the two exploded into full-blown fighting. It only lasted a single day, but it was one that completely changed Merari and his life forever. He would never forgive the other clan for what they had done to the Hashishin, and most importantly, his family.
The last time Merari would see his mother was when she hid him in a closet room, giving him a concoction that would put him into a temporary state of comatose. While he was passed out, Anisha tried to fight alongside her family in dire attempts to protect their clan, but she was one of the many casualties in the brutal fight. Merari could do nothing due to the drink, but it was the saving grace that kept him alive. Due to the effects of the potion, his body was in a state that was similar to death, close enough that he was left for dead by the Kuraba during their search for survivors.
When Merari woke up, a day or two had passed, and all he could find was carnage. The Hashishin were far from strong enough to survive such a direct battle, and he found himself all alone. He had no clue who else had survived or if he was the last member of his clan. The weight of the entire calamity was too much for the young boy, who was left with nothing at the tender age of nine. His family was long gone, and so was his home. There was nothing, and Merari was the only one left in the wreckage, left to mourn by himself. He was bubbled over with sorrow, grief, and confusion as he lingered in the torn remains of the clan compound. Sadness transformed into anger the longer he stayed, and it was during that time did Merari change from an optimistic if slightly mischievous boy to the beginnings of the person he is today. The pain was too much for his fragile heart and mind, and Merari grew bitter of everything. Of the time with his family stolen, of how the Kuraba had destroyed everything he had, and how fate allowed everything to be ripped away from him.
Who knew what would have happened to the young boy if it weren’t for Levi’s brothers, Alec and Seth, who came to the ruined house. Their visit was to be a surprise, to announce to their baby brother that their sister had found a husband and to invite Merari and Levi to the wedding in Magnostadt. But, all they found was Merari, crying and trembling. Seeing how the young boy had nothing left for him in Kou, the brothers took him back to the city of Magnostadt in an attempts to help him pick up the remains of his life.
From that point in his life, Merari grew up with the small Ersatz clan whose surname he was forced to adopt. Alec and his wife tried to create a new home for the young boy, but nothing they did could console the boy. They tried to have him talk to professionals, but all he would say was “I wasn’t awake to see it” and that, “it’ll heal”. And it seemed to be that way. Over time, Merari pretended to overcome the horrors that befell his actual family. He was careful to always show a smiling facade, and that while he was quiet, he was “happy”. He eventually convinced his surrogate parents to stop with the doctoral visits that he would be fine on his own. They had agreed in hopes of doing him some right and due to the fact of the [i]progress[/i] he seemed to make. But over the past years, Merari’s rage and wrath for the Kuraba only grew and grew. Deep down he continued to change, his inner personality and mind continued to rot.
