My name is,
Siege Ferenczy
But you may call me,
Sword
I was born a,
Human
If You count the birthday candles I'm,
23
I am a simple piece of Chess,
I am the Spy
I have done many things in my life,
When I was first born strange things happened, though I don't know how I can remember it. The darkness was complete that night, there where no stars, no moon, no light at all except what came from the lamps. There was no sound either, no chirping of crickets, no rustling of small animals, no hooting of the owls. It was as if the night was waiting for something. As if something wanted everything silent.
Seven years later I fell... I fell for an eternity. I had stumbled into nothing, into the Nether. I was all alone in that pit. There was no sound, no light; just like the night of my birth. I wanted to die, but my wish was not answered. I tore at myself and felt the pain, but there was no blood. I lost myself there, everything that was me. I was driven absolutely insane. And that was just in the first year. This torment lasted five long years though I don't know how I know this, I just do.
At one point, my madness led me to be so desperate for contact, that I created. From nothing sprang forth the fruits of insanity, monstrosities so twisted, so utterly deformed, that they tormented me further in revenge for being created. Finally my desperation for a savior led me to create Walter. He is a strange man, my only companion in either world. He drove away the beasts of my creation and then turned his attentions to me. He saved me from myself, from everything, from that place, that evil, horrible place.
For five more years he worked to save the remnants of my mind. He helped me regain my sanity, or at least a pretense of sanity. Am I sane? I do not know. I merely know that I can feel again, I can see, I can hear, though no matter how hard I try, I cannot forget. But I digress. He taught me to use my power, my ability to control the nether, and when I was ready he taught me to rip a portal back into my world, or at least, the world I was born in.
Two years have passed since I reawakened to this world, since I awoke from that endless nightmare, though I must always return to it before long. It is my home now, my sanctuary. Both my tormentor, and my protector. I will never be a normal person, someone who takes delight in the light of the sun, in the sounds of life, though I wish that I could be.
At first I used my abilities to steal, to provide for myself in my mockery of life. Though I was soon caught, fool that I was, and by a Magi no less. He saw my power and trapped it inside me so I could not escape into the Nether. He delivered me to the king, that dark master, that unholy deceiver. He saw the use of my power, and instead of putting me in the dungeon, he took me in as his vassal. He had me trained in the arts of the blade and the thief. Once I was ready, he bade me to do his dark bidding, and in return I would have a place in his kingdom, and who was to refuse? I had no place in this world, and he was giving me one. I have risen high in his eyes, acomlishing missions where all others would fail, and he returned the nether to me, my twisted sanctuary. So, my powers restored to me, I now seek out that of his dark obsession. Am I redeemed, or only fallen further in this horrid world?
You will find I'm,
Cold, determined, and utterly loyal, but to whom? I have never known friendship, so I cannot know what it feels like to trust or love someone. I have no real purpose in life, at least, that I know of. I cling to that which gives me a reason to live, for the Nether will not let me die. While I am cold, I do not hurt without reason, and I am thoughtful. I wonder what it must feel like for others, to know such joys as are apparent on their faces? Perhaps something may one day redeem my cold heart?
I practice the art of,
Swordplay, stealth, and control of the nether. I can rip open portal to the nether, to return home, or simply to use it to travel faster than any other. The nether bends to my whim, and it supplies me with all I need. I am also stealthier than any cat.
super spell- I can suck someone else into the Nether and trap them there, though it comes at a dear cost. The nether is linked to my mind, and with another human there, it would be like reveling my all them, and it might just drive me mad.
other- Just what is the nether? Is it another dimension? How am I linked to it? These questions drive me mad...
Beware my,
Sword, forged in the nether and imbued with its twisted power.
Please be cautious,
While it does not harm me, I despise bright light and avoid it whenever possible. I am unstable, and even unintentional references to my past cause me harm. I grow anxious and paranoid when around many people, my attention wavers to a great degree.
This is what I love and hate,
I love: Not much, longing would be a better word. I long for friends, to know human emotions again, to have a purpose, for death.
I hate: Light, darkness, being around people, being alone, silence, noise, life. I am torn.
Other,
I have numerous scars on my arms from clawing at myself in the nether, I almost always keep them hidden.
