A boy with a heart as tempered as the steel he once created Genesis is a man misunderstood. Born into a rather unknown family, they were simply skidding a long in life, barely hanging on in the ever dreadful economy. Things grew ever harder when his father had took notice of Genesis's unhealthy attraction to a weapons deadly allure. Genesis often spied on his father to learn the tools of the trade and in secrecy attempted his own creations and trained with them.
Rogues and Bandits were common near their village, so the demand for weaponry was high. 1 blacksmith alone cannot supply such high demands and so with regret Genesis's father had his son assist him in the sudden cries for more weapons and armor alike. The boy was much more than skilled. He put out weapons quickly that were of quality and many took notice of his efforts. Yet his father grew wary, frightened. He could look in the eyes of his son and see the sheer joy of crafting something of such destruction and how he clutched the blade tightly when having to sell it away.
It was a matter of time before the bandits reached them and cornered, the his Father was doing all he could to keep them from destroying more of their home but he was no warrior. Threatening to kill his son, they backed Genesis into a corner, which without a second thought pushed away a hidden wooden compartment in the walls of his home and tore a long blade from its sheath. The metal sung a frightening serenade as it was ripped from its home and in both shock and fear the father watched his 14 year old son slay the 5 bandits in a sea of crimson. He could not see his son like this and therefore banished his son from his home. "If you are old enough to kill, you are old enough to leave." his father said, never giving him a second glance.
It was hard, living alone and fending in the wilderness with just a large blade. He was too young of a warrior and in no means a hunter. His precious blade did nothing in the wilderness except protect him from some dangers, the ones he was most prone to being starvation. It was a stroke of luck that he would find a nearby village that he would scavenge off their scraps to have energy enough to learn how to hunt on his own.
Several years later is when he would run into Professor Lorrimor and it would be in the same situation as so many years ago. Roadside bandits looking for quick profit had targeted the scholar. They knew they would have a variety of good should they dispatch him, for Scholars were known for their exotic finds and scripts. Genesis so happened to be hunting a boar in the area when the shouting and commotion had scared his meal away. Aggravated Genesis checked the cause of the disturbance to see Professor Lorrimor in a state of need. The young Genesis couldn't help but visualize his father in the same circumstance and so, without a word Genesis and his blade shot forward in their duet and struck the villains down quickly.
Professor Lorrimor quickly thanked him and had swore that he would never be forgotten. This raised the boys spirits, something that he had seldom felt before. For once his acts of violence had been praised, perhaps this man understood his love for the fight and how he wasn't simply one that enjoyed war but enjoyed having his skills tested. It was short lived. Upon notice of Professor Lorrimor's death Genesis sprinted to his side, the death of the only one who praised his work had perished sending Genesis back into his armor, blade in hand.
"Misfortune prays even on those who have nothing."
-Genesis-
