"My family, my life, it has always been ruled by this one illusive thing, power. We struggled, we were poor, we didn't have anything and just because of who we were and what we lacked we were cast aside and forgotten." His hands find their way to the bridge of his nose fighting off tearful memories straightening his vocal cords out from the grief.
"Most of my family passed either from illness or suicide society wasnt exactly accepting of the weak. In the end all that was left was me, how could I not reach out to whatever strand of light possible?" He says waving out a hand emphatically, before shifting his gaze to a carved gemstone in the shape of a star gravehead.
