09-21-2020, 04:15 AM
(This post was last modified: 09-21-2020, 04:17 AM by Xenodaemon.)
[align=center][div style="width: 435px; text-align: justify; font-size: 7.5pt; font-family: verdana; line-height: 13px"]Child Soul comes from a verse with heavy supernatural and mythology influences , but I remembered creating a human AU for them , so if I do end up bringing them over to the New World , maybe I can find a way to transfer this backstory into the New World verse
CW: Child abuse, neglect, mentions of murder and death
“ Born to a mother and a father who It does not ever know their real names, as they go by Mother Nature and Father Time, respectively. Even It doesn’t have Its own name, but Its parents and the World calls It the Child Soul, or fondly, Kid. The Mother and Father have always kept It sheltered from the World, telling It that Humanity is not ready to meet It with all of Its powers. From this, They had taken away Its belief that It is a Human, but something more than even God that just happened to be placed in a mortal vessel because if otherwise, the Universe would instantly die. It gets taught by Its parents everything, especially the arts of healing and killing, as Its parents believed that they are destined to be parts of the World’s Creators and Destroyers. Although during most of Its life, their parents are absent to do their jobs, leaving It alone to take care of Itself through self teachings, entertainment, or simply resting. Its parents never really cared what It does as long as It didn't leave Its home.
Until the age of eighteen, It was told that It can leave and have Its own life without Its parents. Stepping out of the home was a whole completely different experience, as the World was much more louder and harsher in every sense. It was even difficult socializing with anyone when It rarely experienced any emotions or expressed thoughts, but having to be included in Humanity, It forces Itself to pick up habits, tics, traits, just as everything from anyone It interacts with. It is only fortunate that It is flexible in everything, not having strict interests and views in anything. One thing no one will ever understand from It is how It perceives everything in a neutral area unless prompted by picking up others’ views to choose the opposite end of the spectrum. No one can call It sympathetic, but not exactly apathetic either. Its parents would always tell It to not judge, but to create, bear, and destroy; or the Universe will collapse right in Its hands, so It exists to do as It was told, watching the World slowly dying before Its eyes.
Not many people like to interact with It though, finding Its cold, stiff demeanour and Its forced acts unsettling, but It doesn’t mind when everyone has their own opinions. Not when It doesn’t exactly know what loneliness should mean to It. Learning about the Internet though, It finds Itself more interested in interacting with people online, finding the communication easier when tone and expressions aren’t fully relied on. It learns how to code, hack, anything with technology, and It thinks that with these abilities, It can be what Its parents made It think It is: the Beyond. So It would hack to gain more information about everyone, everything, and everywhere. It never holds any intentions of using them to harm though, but mostly for curiosity and to help those in need by providing them services and locations that can assist them. Though wanting to know more of what would happen across the world, It formed a group who would be the ‘crows’ to It, gaining and giving It information about anything from any places and anyone, and It gathers Its associates It had interacted with online across the world and assigned them a name based on the King of the Gods.
In the present, It travels just for curiosity and satisfaction, using Its people to learn about any crucial details of any places It visits if needed, returning them with Its money, materials, food, or knowledge in payment. The World would often see It under a cloak, barely knowing what It looks like but their height and face. Even when seeing It in photos or recording, It interacts with the World in a different manner: Holding onto something and stare to the Unknown. Though It doesn’t mean harm, perhaps not even when there are strange times when It leaves certain places or from people before ruination strikes. Some would try to contact It to learn more about It, but It is never the one to share, just as It is never the one to stay, as It always wanders alone. This world never means to last forever, so, in the strangest way possible given from Its background, It lives simply, never really knowing what had happened to Its parents. Though as they are Mother Nature and Father Time, where Nature is Everywhere and Time is in Everything, It doesn’t think It is ever alone to begin with. ”
CW: Child abuse, neglect, mentions of murder and death
“ Born to a mother and a father who It does not ever know their real names, as they go by Mother Nature and Father Time, respectively. Even It doesn’t have Its own name, but Its parents and the World calls It the Child Soul, or fondly, Kid. The Mother and Father have always kept It sheltered from the World, telling It that Humanity is not ready to meet It with all of Its powers. From this, They had taken away Its belief that It is a Human, but something more than even God that just happened to be placed in a mortal vessel because if otherwise, the Universe would instantly die. It gets taught by Its parents everything, especially the arts of healing and killing, as Its parents believed that they are destined to be parts of the World’s Creators and Destroyers. Although during most of Its life, their parents are absent to do their jobs, leaving It alone to take care of Itself through self teachings, entertainment, or simply resting. Its parents never really cared what It does as long as It didn't leave Its home.
Until the age of eighteen, It was told that It can leave and have Its own life without Its parents. Stepping out of the home was a whole completely different experience, as the World was much more louder and harsher in every sense. It was even difficult socializing with anyone when It rarely experienced any emotions or expressed thoughts, but having to be included in Humanity, It forces Itself to pick up habits, tics, traits, just as everything from anyone It interacts with. It is only fortunate that It is flexible in everything, not having strict interests and views in anything. One thing no one will ever understand from It is how It perceives everything in a neutral area unless prompted by picking up others’ views to choose the opposite end of the spectrum. No one can call It sympathetic, but not exactly apathetic either. Its parents would always tell It to not judge, but to create, bear, and destroy; or the Universe will collapse right in Its hands, so It exists to do as It was told, watching the World slowly dying before Its eyes.
Not many people like to interact with It though, finding Its cold, stiff demeanour and Its forced acts unsettling, but It doesn’t mind when everyone has their own opinions. Not when It doesn’t exactly know what loneliness should mean to It. Learning about the Internet though, It finds Itself more interested in interacting with people online, finding the communication easier when tone and expressions aren’t fully relied on. It learns how to code, hack, anything with technology, and It thinks that with these abilities, It can be what Its parents made It think It is: the Beyond. So It would hack to gain more information about everyone, everything, and everywhere. It never holds any intentions of using them to harm though, but mostly for curiosity and to help those in need by providing them services and locations that can assist them. Though wanting to know more of what would happen across the world, It formed a group who would be the ‘crows’ to It, gaining and giving It information about anything from any places and anyone, and It gathers Its associates It had interacted with online across the world and assigned them a name based on the King of the Gods.
In the present, It travels just for curiosity and satisfaction, using Its people to learn about any crucial details of any places It visits if needed, returning them with Its money, materials, food, or knowledge in payment. The World would often see It under a cloak, barely knowing what It looks like but their height and face. Even when seeing It in photos or recording, It interacts with the World in a different manner: Holding onto something and stare to the Unknown. Though It doesn’t mean harm, perhaps not even when there are strange times when It leaves certain places or from people before ruination strikes. Some would try to contact It to learn more about It, but It is never the one to share, just as It is never the one to stay, as It always wanders alone. This world never means to last forever, so, in the strangest way possible given from Its background, It lives simply, never really knowing what had happened to Its parents. Though as they are Mother Nature and Father Time, where Nature is Everywhere and Time is in Everything, It doesn’t think It is ever alone to begin with. ”
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I AM AFRAID OF MYSELF AND SO ARE THE GODS
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