I live in a small city that’s so unremarkable, most people just call it "Forgotten City." It’s a place where those with nowhere else to go end up, a strange mix of young and old, but you rarely see children here. There's no school anyway. Friendships are scarce; people usually walk alone unless they’re in a bar or restaurant. As for me, I mostly keep to myself, only venturing out for food, drinks, or weed. I also enjoy training in the nearby mountains. There’s a secret spot I’ve found with a small pond where I like to swim after working out.
Even in this small city, you have to be careful. There’s always someone lurking in the shadows, waiting for an opportunity. It’s common to hear screams at night, gunshots, and the roar of car races. This place is a refuge for those escaping their pasts, so almost anything can happen here. The police force is more of a group of people who craved order and took it upon themselves to enforce it. To me, they’re just lost souls looking for something to do, many of them itching for a fight, armed and ready.
I stay here because people mind their own business. Sure, there are fights, and while I try to avoid them, I can’t deny the thrill when they do happen. There’s a certain peace in the chaos, an anarchy where there’s no law or hierarchy. We’re all equal, defined not by money or connections, but by our actions. I stay for the sense of freedom and the genuine people I meet in this lawless haven. <3
I earn my money through a mix of arcane knowledge and practical skills. My main job involves using my deep understanding of the dark arts and mystical creatures. I take on contracts and jobs that require handling or disposing of dangerous beasts, uncovering ancient artifacts, and dealing with curses or supernatural phenomena. My expertise in these areas makes me a valuable asset to those in need of specialized help, and they pay handsomely for my services.
Additionally, I accept various contracts from individuals and organizations, ranging from gathering rare ingredients for potions to protecting VIPs from otherworldly threats. My work often involves high stakes and dangerous situations, but the rewards are worth it.
As for spending, most of my money goes towards maintaining and enhancing my abilities. I invest in rare tomes and magical artifacts to expand my knowledge and power. I also spend on essential supplies like potions, enchanted weapons, and protective gear. Given the nature of my work, I need to stay prepared for any eventuality.
A portion of my earnings goes towards maintaining my hidden sanctum (depto), a place where I can rest, study, and prepare for upcoming tasks. This includes paying for wards and spells to keep it secure. I also indulge in a few personal luxuries when I can—fine wines, quality food, and the occasional piece of rare, mystical art. Despite the dangers, I find a certain satisfaction in my work and the life it allows me to lead.
My ambition is singular and all-consuming: to become a master of the dark arts and the most knowledgeable expert on mystical creatures. This path is not just about power, but about understanding the deepest secrets of the arcane and harnessing their potential. I strive to unlock knowledge that has been lost or hidden for centuries, to command forces that few even believe exist.
To achieve this, I am willing to go to great lengths. My journey has already taken me to the darkest corners of the world, and I have faced unspeakable horrors in my quest for knowledge. The pursuit of mastery demands sacrifices, and I have made many. If killing is necessary, I will not hesitate. In the world of the arcane, morality is often a luxury one cannot afford. The dark arts demand a heavy price, and I am prepared to pay it, whether it means taking a life or saving one.
I have come close to death many times, and I know that my quest will bring me to the brink again. But the knowledge and power I seek are worth the risk. Each encounter with death is a reminder of my mortality and a test of my resolve. I would face death head-on, embracing the danger if it brings me closer to my goal.
My ambition drives me forward relentlessly. Every spell learned, every creature studied, every ancient artifact uncovered brings me one step closer to mastering the dark arts. I will not stop until I have achieved this, no matter the cost.
The most defining event of my life occurred during a mission that forever altered my path. I was hired to retrieve an ancient tome rumored to contain forbidden knowledge of the dark arts, hidden deep within the ruins of an old, forgotten temple. The journey was perilous, filled with traps and mystical guardians designed to keep intruders at bay. But it wasn't the physical dangers that defined this mission—it was what awaited me at the heart of the temple.
As I reached the chamber where the tome was kept, I encountered an ancient, malevolent entity guarding the knowledge. A confrontation was inevitable, and despite my skills, I was no match for the sheer power of this entity. In the ensuing struggle, it drained a portion of my strength and, more devastatingly, stripped away some of my most precious memories. I lost fragments of my past, pieces of my identity, and a part of my power, leaving me weakened and scarred.
This event changed me profoundly. The loss of my strength and memories left me feeling vulnerable and exposed, but it also fueled a deeper hunger for knowledge and mastery. The encounter taught me the harsh reality of the dark arts—the power I sought was dangerous and came with a heavy price. It was a stark reminder of my mortality and the perilous nature of my quest.
Despite the setbacks, this experience hardened my resolve. I realized that the pursuit of lost knowledge required not only skill but also an unyielding determination to face the unknown. It pushed me to become more cautious, more strategic in my approach, and to value the fragments of knowledge I still possessed. The loss became a driving force, a reminder of the stakes involved in my journey.
Ultimately, this defining event shaped me into who I am today—a relentless seeker of arcane truths, undeterred by the risks and sacrifices. It taught me that true mastery of the dark arts demands resilience, and it solidified my commitment to my path. The scars I carry, both physical and mental, are a testament to my unwavering pursuit of the forbidden and the strength I’ve gained through my struggles.