Imagine, if you will, being born into a normal family, learning the ways of the world, and taking your first steps into adulthood, before losing everything. Your home, your body, your mind, your sanity, and everything you hold dear. Unable to touch, speak, or love without destroying that which you hold dear. Being utterly mad, but just sane enough to watch your descent, to see yourself turned away from society and made a beggar without a name.
This is the world of Enai.
Now imagine redemption. After years of suffering, to awake one day, and not cough from the acrid smoke your own body creates. To look down and see unblemished flesh instead of glowing, cracked magma. To finally, finally be able to think clearly, and to speak that which you so desperately wish for others to know.
This is the world of Enai, the prophet of Truth.
This is the True Church of Altera. The Church of the Kings, those who redeemed the damned and made whole the broken.
OOC: Enai was a fourth-level Fireblessed, cursed with schizophrenia, anxiety, constant fear, and pyrophobia due to the destructive nature of his own body. Then the Kings struck Grief down, and he quickly became who he used to be.
This is the world of Enai.
Now imagine redemption. After years of suffering, to awake one day, and not cough from the acrid smoke your own body creates. To look down and see unblemished flesh instead of glowing, cracked magma. To finally, finally be able to think clearly, and to speak that which you so desperately wish for others to know.
This is the world of Enai, the prophet of Truth.
This is the True Church of Altera. The Church of the Kings, those who redeemed the damned and made whole the broken.
OOC: Enai was a fourth-level Fireblessed, cursed with schizophrenia, anxiety, constant fear, and pyrophobia due to the destructive nature of his own body. Then the Kings struck Grief down, and he quickly became who he used to be.
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