Kain's Questionnaire

I grew up in the fields, under the wide sky, where my father and mother taught me the earth’s ways. Our home was a simple shelter made of stone and clay, nestled close to the fruit trees and the river that carried life to our land. My brother Abel and I shared the land, but not the same favor. He was the one who pleased the gods with his flocks I, the tiller of soil, restless and proud.

Our home smelled of fresh earth and smoke from the fire, filled with the voices of our parents calling us to meals and prayers. It was a place of peace once, before envy twisted my heart and I stained that soil with blood. That first home simple, sacred, and lost still haunts the quiet moments of my

The fields stretched wide beneath the endless sky, dust rising with every step I took. My hands were cracked and stained, earth forever beneath my nails. I remember days when the sun beat down relentless, and the only coin I knew was the sweat that soaked my brow.

Father taught me to gather what the land gave grain, stone, the soft hides of animals. Each harvest was a gift and a burden; each offering to the gods was a prayer for mercy and favor. There was no excess in our lives, only the quiet toil that kept hunger at bay.

At night, I would sit by the fire with my brother and mother, listening to stories of the world’s beginning, wondering if there was more beyond these fields. I did not dream of gold or riches only of survival and the fleeting peace the darkness brought.

I carry a hunger deeper than any wound a restless fire that will not be quenched. I strive to outrun the shadow of my first sin, to find a place where the Mark no longer burns my flesh and the gods’ judgment cannot reach me.

I would walk through fire and blood to claim that freedom. I have tasted death in its many forms and yet still cling to the fragile thread of life. To achieve this, I would spill blood againnif the path demands it, I would kill without hesitation. Death is no stranger to me it walks beside me like a loyal dog, and I am not afraid to follow it to the edge.

For the sake of my ambition, I would embrace the darkness within, wield it as both shield and sword until the curse is undone or I am undone with it