History
Genna lost her mother minutes after he was born. He had no memory of her and held no sadness toward her absent. The void that her mother left him had been filled, wonderfully, by his father’s presence and the other shamans’ care toward him. He grew up to be rebellious, but good-natured child who – together with his friends - brought much laughter and annoyance to the elders in the village.
Even though he wasn’t much of an old tales kind of guy, Genna held certain captivation with the story of “5 Great Knights”; their bravery, their loyalty, their skills, their freedom… In his eyes, they were perfect men he aimed to be. Amused by how star struck his kid was, Genna’s father let him learnt some basic sword skills from the royal knights who sometimes visited their village. Much to Genna dismay, though, none of the 5 Great Knights’ descendant ever visited their humble, little hamlet.
His infatuation with the legendary knights lead Genna to loving swords, but unfortunately, his skill with his beloved sharp instrument was mediocre…at best; on the other hand, his affinity to spirit magic was one of the strongest in the village. Far surpassing his parents’ abilities combined, and both were no – by any means – shabby shamans. Unfortunately for the elders, Genna’s skill in shamanism is inversely proportional with his interest of becoming one. And unfortunately for Genna, he hadn’t much choice but to be one. That was how fate dictated him to be.
But it wasn’t Genna if he let fate extinguished his dream so easily. Together with his best friends - all of whom shared same captivation with 5 Great Knights – Genna made some sort-of renegade group which followed 5 Great Knights’ value and moral. This little group of theirs was founded when he was 10 years old and went on for good four years before Genna was sent to the capital for his first assignment as royal shaman.
What waited fourteen years old Genna was something beyond his imagination. In battlefield, there was no noble death, no honor nor integrity. All what laid upon him was mountain of tangled, lifeless bodies of…of something less than man. Of ferocious beast whose sole goal is death of their enemies. This scenery sickened him; sickened him more than anything his narrow, little world has shown him. This was reality. As real as it can be. And now, it was his duty to revive those demons so they’ll be able to shed more blood.
He lasted three months before he collapsed.
After Genna went back to his village, he spilled every experience he had to his best friends and left their group. He needed time to chew and swallowed everything. Genna was scared. He was scared of reality, but he was more scared that if he rejected his duty like he planned to, those beasts will disposed of him like a filthy rag they saw him as.
He cried for the first time in years. He was no hero; he was a coward who longed for bravery he never had in the first place. There was no future he wished for, only future fate had reserved for him.
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Even though he wasn’t much of an old tales kind of guy, Genna held certain captivation with the story of “5 Great Knights”; their bravery, their loyalty, their skills, their freedom… In his eyes, they were perfect men he aimed to be. Amused by how star struck his kid was, Genna’s father let him learnt some basic sword skills from the royal knights who sometimes visited their village. Much to Genna dismay, though, none of the 5 Great Knights’ descendant ever visited their humble, little hamlet.
His infatuation with the legendary knights lead Genna to loving swords, but unfortunately, his skill with his beloved sharp instrument was mediocre…at best; on the other hand, his affinity to spirit magic was one of the strongest in the village. Far surpassing his parents’ abilities combined, and both were no – by any means – shabby shamans. Unfortunately for the elders, Genna’s skill in shamanism is inversely proportional with his interest of becoming one. And unfortunately for Genna, he hadn’t much choice but to be one. That was how fate dictated him to be.
But it wasn’t Genna if he let fate extinguished his dream so easily. Together with his best friends - all of whom shared same captivation with 5 Great Knights – Genna made some sort-of renegade group which followed 5 Great Knights’ value and moral. This little group of theirs was founded when he was 10 years old and went on for good four years before Genna was sent to the capital for his first assignment as royal shaman.
What waited fourteen years old Genna was something beyond his imagination. In battlefield, there was no noble death, no honor nor integrity. All what laid upon him was mountain of tangled, lifeless bodies of…of something less than man. Of ferocious beast whose sole goal is death of their enemies. This scenery sickened him; sickened him more than anything his narrow, little world has shown him. This was reality. As real as it can be. And now, it was his duty to revive those demons so they’ll be able to shed more blood.
He lasted three months before he collapsed.
After Genna went back to his village, he spilled every experience he had to his best friends and left their group. He needed time to chew and swallowed everything. Genna was scared. He was scared of reality, but he was more scared that if he rejected his duty like he planned to, those beasts will disposed of him like a filthy rag they saw him as.
He cried for the first time in years. He was no hero; he was a coward who longed for bravery he never had in the first place. There was no future he wished for, only future fate had reserved for him.
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Likes:
Dislikes:
- Forcing Bernadette to take a bath.
- Forcing Bernadette to change her clothes.
- Forcing Bernadette to groom herself.
- 5 Great Knights (it's a legend of knights who helped liberated the kingdom but refused to be rewarded and chose to be normal people)
Dislikes:
- Vast-amount of water (e.g., lake, ocean): He can't swim. It's very simple yet quite silly for someone so image-conscious.
- Bernadette’s sloppiness: Genna is by no mean a neat freak, but Bernadette’s messiness really ticked him off. How can she just prancing around in tattered clothes, covered in dirt and blood, while smelling like a mold most of the time? But no matter, he’d just throw Bernadette to a lake or something when possible.