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We wave our flags, we swallow fear like medicine

The Beginning

Your story starts with the meeting of your parents, they had always worked within the Leviathan group but they’d never actually met before until one day they had to take up a mission together. They despised each other at first, two peas in a pod and they could not be any more alike. Anya was a mischievous, sly, smooth tongued tactician who charmed her way into her targets arms only to coldly dispose of them. Amais was also mischievous though in a more calculating manner, his charm lay in his more debonair sway and his ability to fit in with the more aristocratic seeming patriots. During their mission they found a unity that they felt could aid them and what better way to nurture their shared interests in restoring the clan than teaming up permanently and creating a child they could mold into their ideal image…in creating you.
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It didn’t take long for Anya to become pregnant with you but at some point between you growing within her and the moment you were born, something unhinged within her. She became a bit more erratic and her temperament was more volatile. Her patience and tolerance with everyone around her became needle thin to the point that even you father, Amais grew sparse in distaste of what she was becoming. You were a babe, a new borne brushed off and handed to someone who had more patience to deal with you. Granted your parents would come back for you once you were no longer a bawling, pooping creature they had no use for.
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there's blood on the sand, there's blood in the street

The Entrance

The beginning of your life was something out of a fairytale, roses and kindness as well as blissful ignorance. You lived without the knowledge that you were merely a thing for your parents to further their goals…the clan’s goals. You lived without knowing your life wasn’t your own but that it had been sworn to the clan before you’d even been a spec in your mother’s eyes. A man and woman would always come by and watch you every year but you had no knowledge that they were your actual parents until one day the man came and took you from the place. There was no warning or allowance, one moment you were there and the next you were with him being partially dragged down the street as you cried for your Nana. Life for those in the early stages of the clan was supposed to be fairly simple but your parents weren’t having it…Amais and Anya were determined to have you be one of the bests and so you were to be trained from an early age to wield weapons young hands should have no business touching. Martial arts were drilled into your body through rugged training and constant hits with no power being held back.
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Emotions that were once vibrant and innocent were slowly drained from you until all that was left was a glimmer, an illusion of what used to be. You learned to lie with a smile and to flirt with empty words. You slowly became the weapon your parents wanted you to be. It was easy after all when all memories of happiness and love faded into nothing but dreams of a time you were certain never really happened. You were of Leviathan, their tool to do with as they pleased. Made perfect by your parents single minded desire and cold calculating hearts…they bore no love for you…could never even spare a praising word for you. However…perhaps some child-like part of you still yearned for that fabled love and that was why the next instance changed so much.
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there's a gun in my hand, or there might as well be

The realization

Something was broken in Anya. Each mission she went on got wilder and more chaotic, she was becoming a liability even…a dangerous unknown factor that was beginning to endanger the clan. There were whispers…when was the last time someone had seen her Familiar? Where was the proud black cat that had always perched upon her shoulder, watching everyone with disdaining eyes. It wasn’t until one day that Amais and you found out…
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They were all training, throwing all they could at each other when Anya seemed to get a look in her eyes and then suddenly she was on top of you. Her slender but deadly fingers wrapped around your neck and for a moment you can only look at her wide eyed, confusion and alarm breaking through the cold wall of ice around you. You scrabble at her hands before your eyes search out Amais who seems to be fighting with something…something she no doubt summoned but there is something wrong with it. Something twisted and unnatural and you realize…Anya is gone. Anya has been gone for a very long time because in your eyes is no longer the determined calculating woman. There is merely madness.
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Coldness seeps back in to you and you grab the closest thing to you and you shove it into her. You watch as the light slowly begins to dim from her eyes and the last word you hear from her mouth is what you have no doubt is the true name of her Familiar and then she is gone. You shove her body off of you and you stand while Amais looks in distaste at her body before he turns away from both of you, ordering you to clean up the mess so he can speak with the higher members about the turn of events. You do as you’re told almost mechanically to the point where everything is a blur up until the point where you get in your room and you realize…you still have her blood on your hands. Something in you snaps and the emotions that had been shoved behind an ice wall for the past thirteen years of your life come shuddering out in a whirlwind. You make a realization then…you can’t continue being here…you have to get out.
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i've felt its touch too many times and i've had enough

The turnaround

Your change has been subtle…you’ve allowed slight glimmers of yourself to actually shine through every now and again. You’ve also been separating yourself little by little from the man who’d helped in your creation but he barely notices you anymore. Only poking around whenever he feels you need to be put back in your place and reminded that you were created for the clan’s use and only for that purpose. However, you have different ideas…ideas of freedom…of escape…consequences be damned. However, for now you bide your time…waiting for the best opportunity to rise before you do so.