I think it was, March, No, it was April, April 14, 1731 when I was born…somewhere in the Eastern Netherlands. By this I must be 300 and something, but I’m still alive. I was raised in an occult family, just when it was the worst possible time to be a witch, with all of the inquisitions and the like still going on. As soon as I was able to speak my mother and father began turning me to the occult path, teaching me an astounding array of chants, and thought forms and astral projection techniques.
I must have been about 10 years old when my personal powers had their first manifestation, I was asleep in a willow tree, dreaming lucidly when I decided to try and fly off in the dream and started falling out of the willow tree (I must have rolled too far off in one direction or the other) I was blissfully unaware of my cascading down until I felt a hard jerk on my left foot, I hadn’t hit the ground, I was rather dangling there, obviously snagged by one of the vines that hung from the tree, the strange thing was I bent down ( up rather) to untie the knot around my ankle when the tree literally bent down at the hip and gently placed me on the ground, it than unlashed itself and went back to normal. Scared, bewildered and excited all at the same time I ran home to inform my mother. My mother, as wise as she was showed no surprise at all, for not only had she already aware of the manifestation, she was pre-aware of it.
It all made perfectly good sense to her because she had a somewhat similar affinity with plants. She too could make them bend, stretch, reach and even grow at an accelerated rate. She never claimed to command, or insisted anything of them… she always claimed to me that the only asked. Since she had a similar personal power manifestation, she was able and was giving enough of her time to teach me how to “control it” myself. I over the passing year, found that I could control magnetic fields (from my father) and the earth seemed to move when I asked it to, which was unexpected due to the fact my mother nor my father had such power, none of the coven did, not even the High Priest. It was soon found that I was the only one in the whole village to have that power! This lead to the joy of my parents, and lots of work for me, cultivating, aerating, and weeding the farmlands in the village, when usually done by hand was now all my responsibility!
Exhausting it was, but being that I was the only one in the village with it, nobody could affectively train me, and all who could spare any time did try gallantly, but nobody seemed to really get the far with me, so it was taking care of the soils that trained me. So you could say that the great mother herself taught me how to ask her to move for me. One day, a great darkness came over my village, the inquisitions made their way to my village. Nobody foresaw the horror that was about to befall my village. They murdered, raped, pillaged, and even cannibalized many, many of my people. With the mothers blessing some of my family was able to take me away from the village before they got to me. My father was stolen away; none knew what happened to him.
A few seasons past, when I was taught how to summon ancient creatures from the great beyond, and was also trained in what my mother called “mind talking”, or what is commonly known as telepathy. My family, which was just my mother and I had long thought we had seen the last of the inquisition, when one day there was a heavy pounding on the cabin door, my mother raced to answer the door, thinking it was an emergency, when to our folly it was the inquisition! They started shouting all of these horrible names at her, claiming that she was a doer of evil, a concubine of some being they called “The Devil”. We had never heard of any such being before, let alone knew what it was. My mother vocalized how preposterous it was for them to come to her door just her harass her. She than slammed the door on their faces and insisted they leave. This lead to the door being knocked off the hinges!
They stormed in and grabbed me, and tried to grab my mother! Using the gift I got from my father I levitated a steak knife and flung it at incredible speed towards the heads of the assailants, which was deflected by my mother who screaming in my head reminded me not to ever use my gifts to harm another. One of the crusaders pulled a bone blow horn off his hip and gave it a loud blow, in a few seconds a dozens of crusaders stormed into our tiny cabin and whisked my mother and I to a prison! For weeks it seemed, my mother and I awaited what they called “A Trial” during which my mother was taken almost daily and tortured, every time she’d come back horribly wounded, or some kind of horror story of the things she had experienced. Soon my mother was sent to this trail and asked over and over if she consorted with this “Devil”, which she obviously had to say no to, but they insisted she did. My mother was convicted of what they called Heresy, and was to be sentenced to death.
In complete and total anguish I cried out on top of my lungs which made the whole building shake, chairs were beginning to crack, goblets where sliding off their desks and it didn’t stop until my mother placed her Index-finger in front of her mouth and Mind talked my down. She told me she would always love me, and asked me to always remember her, this lead to tears on both of our behaves. My mother was gagged, placed in fetters tied to a steak and burned to death, the greater horror was I was forced to watch, shackled and gagged myself. I assumed they made my watch in attempt to stop me from fallowing the occult, but this had an alternate affect. For one hundred and fifty years I went into hiding with what remained of my people, but this boiling anger inside of my soul lingered on and grew as I did. I saw man at his most evil, and I vowed that for the rest of my existence not one more person would be subjected to what I was.
After the threat of the inquisitions had passed I left the sanctuary and sought to lead the life of a “Super Hero”. And I found through my studies that the best place to be a super hero is Paragon City. The intense fear that the inquisitions could always return constantly loomed over my mind, so the source of my powers would have to be hidden, as well as my appearance, so I took up a costume. I pondered for a month to come up with a Name for myself but could come up with nothing, so I stuck with my true name “Xyre Silverfangs” “How many Xyre’s could there be in the world?” I thought to myself. Soon I began patrolling the streets of Paragon but my collisions with my oppositions were very sporadic, and eventually my patrolling went from nightly to even more sporadic, eventually I stopped patrolling completely.
Low on funding I started to seek other ways of earning a living when I saw an advertisement for “The Unknown Tournament” It said nothing about any kind of prize money, but for some reason it called out to me, weeks I had this nagging sensation to go compete, but my mothers teachings of “Harm none” Kept me at bay. Eventually I gave in to my instincts and entered the tournament. My application was accepted and soon my first match started. My very first match was with a woman named “Dark Mistress” a lot of conflicting ideas ran through my head when I learned my first opponent would be female, I was always taught to never raise my hand in aggression, specifically a woman. A bit of a mental battle filled my mind for a while, but I eventually came to the conclusion that she was there to fight, just like me, and it would be a waist of both of our time if I conceded on the basis that she was a woman…So I hardened my skin to 75% and took a “Battle Stance” of sorts. It seemed that as soon as I readied myself to battle her she stepped down, I still to this reason don’t know why. Without a bead of sweat formed, or a drop of blood spilled the whole thing was over.
In between matches I met a rather young looking Fellow who called himself Ember drew my attention. I began what turned into a rather lengthy conversation with this strange looking man and learned that he was the Leader of a team Called Tenth Moon. Him and I got along so great that he handed me an application to join his team. I filled the thing out, and he was immediately impressed, his eyes shot wide open and he reached his hand out to vigorously shake mine “Welcome to 10th Moon” he said. If only my whole previous life had been so easy.
I was soon promoted to be their lead recruiter. I than was brought up to the second level of the tournament as was to fight a Gagdeteer-type super hero. I found that he had no powers at all, but liked to lean on his wits and keen knowledge of science to perform acts of super heroism, I was impressed indeed. Finally, I got a chance to truly fight another hero! “How was this man to attack me if he couldn’t do anything super human, infact how could he hurt me at all?” Were the thoughts that ran threw my head. I toughened up my skin once more, and dove into this man headfirst. Yes I understand that my mind state was arrogant and foolhardy, but this mans actions were even more so, this lead to a quick and easy 2nd victory.
The judges voted in my favor and placed me onto the third level of the tournament. This lead to an even greater arrogance on my behalf, my hope is that it wouldn’t hinder my greater judgment and cost me a victory. The next Day my 3rd fight began, he was a Mutant-type superhero who called him self: Wavelength. This Man was very strange looking, very strange indeed. He looked rather aquatic at first glace, with his green skin, purple body hair and red eyes with no pupils.
Threw closer observation I learned that he wasn’t aquatic at all. I learned that this very odd looking man could control sound himself. He was very quick witted, funny and intelligent, I sensed all of this from looking into his mind. He had earned more respect than he had known from me before he even knew it. But I had set my ideals of this man aside, for I was to battle him soon.
The battlefield was a very hellish place, with fire and lava everywhere I looked, quite frightening to be exact, but the show must go on. I made my way to Him and began the battle, making the first move. This was a very long and drawn out battle for me, He had almost defeated me on two occasions! Dry of mana, and totally exhausted I found a way to defeat him. I would find later that this would be my hardest, and last battle. For as much as I did undoubtedly break his body past function, and than heal him, the judges ended up voting against me, calling my moves unjust. I thought to myself, “perhaps this man could benefit my newfound team?” I told Ember about his abilities, his style and strengths, this made Ember as interested as I was.
I approached Wavelength with our proposition and learned that he was already part of another team. But he made a wise decision and left that team to join The 10th Moon. Soon the tournament ended, with no formal victor, no prize, or title awarded. The tournament seemed to just fizzle out of existence, disappear if you may. But here I am at the 10th moon base, helping recruit the best of the best Super Hero’s from around the world. I’m no longer a Lone-Shark like I was but it seems that being part of this clan of super humans is benefiting me, as well as making me new friends, so I’m here to stay.
