Raziel's Backstory
The air is quite soothing tonight. It's cool with the smell of a freshly blooming forest. The sky is clear and the moon is full, and very bright. I love nights like this when it is so peaceful up here. The stars are dazzeling and the breeze is tame, which makes for perfect conditions for flying. I can't remember how long I've been flying, but I'm getting pretty thirsty now. I just spotted a clear lake, from the light of the moon, in the middle of the forest. I swooped down to the open, grassy area beside the lake. The grass feels soft under my feet as I walk to the lake edge. The water is refreshing as I drink about a gallon of it to quench my thirst. I sit back with my leggs fully extended in front of me, my long tail fully extended behind me, and my large wings lightly furled. I lean back on my hands to support my back and gaze at the stars. Nights like this remind me of my dad.
When I was younger, my dad and I would lay in the grass like this and he would show and teach me about the constellations. Since from before I can remember, he has raised and took care of me. He taught me how to read and write, swim and fly, fight and protect, right and wrong, various other subjects, and how to be me. I learned that I inherited my appearences from my parents and several other features. My natural fighting prowess and agility, and I can breath under water. I still don't know much about them and I lost my dad in a tragic event that happened in my life.
When I was sixteen, I woke up while my dad was out for a while, probably in the woods collecting ingredients for the experiment he was working on. He usually locked the door while he was out so I wouldn't get lost, which I got in trouble for a few times. I noticed that the door was a little open and I grew very excited and my curiosity ran wild. I, literaly, flew out the door and down the hill to the nearby town. We lived by ourselves in a small house on the hill. It was a fifteen minute flight to town in which I decided how to greet someone. As I got closer, I could see and hear children playing outside. Once I reached the edge of the town, a woman screamed, "Demon"!! As I approached, the woman hurried the children inside and locked the door. I flew toward the center of town to find someone who could answer why, and if I could help. As I entered the center of the town, the rest of the houses were locked tight too. A bunch of men had gathered with various tools, torches, and anything else that could be used as a weapon. I saw the anger in their eyes and suddenly knew there was no point in talking. This scared me so much that I turned and flew back home as fast as I could. I ran inside, slammed the door shut, and sat on my bed - my knees up to my chest and my arms wrapped around them tightly. My eyes were glued to the door as I worried about what might happen. I felt a little relief when my dad walked in the door, but was filled with more terror as I noticed the angry mob arriving behind him. My dad turned around when he heard the commotion and walked outside to meet the angry mob. The outragged leader of the group saw me through a window and charged through the door, while everyone followed. My dad bravely stepped in front of the stampede to stop them, but was trampled to death. My terror at a climax, I cried out loud until I was struck on the head with a club. My saddness quickly turned into an overwhelming rage so fast it stunned the crowd. As I stood up my vision became hazy and dark. The last thing I remember was me screaming at the top of my lungs and a strange energy flow through me.
I awoke the next day in a pile of rubble that used to be my home. There were pieces of bones all over the place. I looked through the piles of rubble for any survivors. No survivors - just one long ivory-looking box with a strong lock. I found a shovel nearby amongst the pieces of broken wood and used it to smash open the lock. Inside, I found two masterfully-crafted ninjaken with a harness that fit perfectly. Still exhausted from the day before, I took a moment to greive then took flight and have been traveling since. I visited cities and towns all over the world but never stayed too long in one place. I have learned many things along my travels. I, also, have learned to control this new ability of mine...the ability to wield the five natural elements. Mysteriously, my two swords and harness are completely immune to my ability.
At some time while stargazing, I fell asleep. The soft, green grass cushioning the firm ground beneath me. The deep and dreamless sleep almost felt magical. The well earned rest regenerated me for the next day. The night was calm and quiet as I slept-like-a-log.I semi-awoke with the sun in my face, so I rolled over. I'm not really a morning person, but when the sun stares brightly at you in the morning, you have no choice but to wake up. I layed there about a half-hour before groaning at the sun and sitting up with a sigh. So I stretch and prepare to do my daily practice of martial arts and experimenting with the elements. Soon I'm warmed-up and my blood is flowing through my viens at a rapid pace. I start with a slow kata I learned from my dad, and work my way to the challenging forms I learned from around the world. At this point I look like a flurry of strikes, kicks, blocks, sweeps, dodges, and acrobatics. As I continue to train myself, I work in the elements to a greater effect. A flaming punch, an electrically charged kick, an earthy block, a wind propelled sweep, and a water inspired dodge. After a while I slow down and take a break till I start the second half of my daily routine. I calm my mind and body, and start to emiminate the elements in no particular order. First, I start with water and form different shapes, then harden it into ice. It seems my ability is only limited to my imagination. Though I can only minimally control the elements by touch, it still is enough for me to carry less equiptment. Luckily I can produce the elements myself so I don't have to worry about finding them.
Soon I am hungry, and I shape a large pot out of solid rock, fill it with water, and generate a large flame under it. Now it is time for a swim to catch some food, then search the area nearby for berries and vegitation. Not my usual meal, but I can do without a feast for a day (more like a couple hours). After the meal I clean up by putting out the fire, draining the water, and turning the pot into sand. I sit back against an oak tree and take out my flute, and play a short tune that seems to ring through out the forest with ease.