Opialis Geruda

Opialis has had a hard life, but it's only just begun. At the young age of 15, he gave his soul to a spirit to save the spirit's life, but at the cost of his soul, and a smidge residence of his body. His being contains two spirits..one that is him, and one that is the spirit he saved who is evil--and comes out when Opialis is enraged. The spirit Opialis saved is the one who gave him all of his flame abilities. Before, he was just a human.

Though he regrets one thing in his life. Onetime, the evil spirit possessed him and controlled him by rage, making him burn a whole town to the ground. All the buildings and all the people within the town burned to ashes and all Opialis could do was watch. And to this day, that day still haunts him, bringing tears back at the memory, and nightmares a lot of the nights.
Opialis' gaze stayed down. "My mother was a musician, my father was a writer" Opialis said softly. "When I was a child..I had trouble sleeping. I couldn't seem to fall asleep" he said softly. "My mother would either sing..or play her instrument to help me fall asleep..and it worked.." he said softly, "meanwhile my father always let me read his books which were filled with adventure and some romance in them" he said, not bad romance, but implied romance.

"My mother's name was Zaira, and my fathers name was Koda" he said softly. "When I look in the mirror..I mostly see my mother..with just a bit of my father.." he said softly as he opened his eyes, releasing a tear. "I remember..we shared many great memories, many great times together..but..those, those now are just..memories.." he sighed softly, "I miss them.." she would hear him whisper softly.

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Opialis also had a little sister named Alice, but just like the rest of his memories of his human life, they are slowly slipping away.