I’m in an RP guild, and I really want to be an Asura that is just as or more intelligent than the rest of his race, but strays from the pack in ethics.
So far, I have mapped out his story this far:
He had problems with his Krew due to the fact that he would always “Help” with everyone’s projects without asking. He would sometimes even catch a project before it was even put through the design processes.
Due to the fallout, he left Rata Sum altogether. He was fed up with no one appreciating his miss-guided altruism.
Due to a series of encounters with above-average humans, he moved into Divinity’s Reach.
With no where to live, he assisted an inn keeper by building “Butler” golems to take orders and assign rooms. The golems were small and compact, but could carry a person’s bags to their room.
While living in one of the inn’s rooms for free, he converted it into a basic laboratory and workshop.
One night, while attempting to actually get some sleep (A rare happening,) he saw a man fall to his death from his room’s window.
Taking the role of Private Investigator (Due to his own interest in the man) he found that the police force of Divinity’s Reach was not only less than acceptable, but outrageously corrupt. So, of course, they had ruled the man’s case as a suicide.
He made a deal with an up and coming reporter that came into the inn for a night’s drink. The reporter would publish any story that was given to him in exchange for every detail on the corruption of the police and the rights to publish any story on the secret investigation once it was finished.
Late one night, while the Asura dwindled on anything that he might have missed that night through the window, he was attacked. An intruder slammed into his little workshop and attempted to not only foil his plans of further investigating the case, but also any attempt he had at having a comfortable life with all of his limbs intact.
Due to the murder attempt, the Asura had to think quickly. He had a choice. Live with his current powers of Elemental magic, or recreate a machine he had invented to genetically enhance his body. It would restore him. It would make him stronger than he had ever been. However, it had… side effects. Any amount of magical ability he had was at risk the second he stepped into the tube. It could change magic, or it could rip it all away and leave him with nothing.
He looked to his arms and legs. He looked to the large gash on his lower abdomen. He had no choice. In order to bring justice to his new home, he would possibly give up everything.
The procedure took a full day. A full day of him being sedated while the only one he could trust, the inn keeper, watched over his tube as his skin stretched and his body rebuilt itself as new.
Stepping out, he looked at his reflection in his workshop table. He had done it. He had given up everything for this city. Why? Why did he care so much? His magic was gone. His body was not the one he was born with. He had gained strength in exchange for any magical research that he could ever attempt again. This was it.
With tears in his eyes, he began to trash his own workshop. Acting the most illogical any Asura had ever before, he closed his eyes and just succomed to madness for what little amount of time he could allow himself. His new found strength allowed him to break tables in his fingers. Through anger and rage that seemed to go on forever in his mind, he sensed something inside. He opened his eyes. Blue flames surrounded his destroyed room. Magical energy surged through his as his new powers awoke from within. With his own body, he had created a scientific miracle. He had invented Magical transmutation. His control of the elements was gone forever, but this new and raw energy at his fingertips was far stronger than anything he could wield before.
With this new-found power, and his genetically enhanced strength, he would take revenge for his city. He would protect his new home. He would be:
The Detective.
(edited by InfernoHero.5687)
