Temba Fusrodah
Ganksters Inc
Drake Ashigaru
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Posted - 2013.09.08 19:33:00 -
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His childhood had been spent mostly in the mountains and desert that surrounded the shrine cave in which he had been born, many doctors and scientists from all across the Republic and from both Caldari and Gallente space had come like skeptical pilgrims, first to study his mother during the 18 months of her pregnancy and then after his birth, to study him. He naturally rapidly healed from any injury and was immune from disease and poisons, his body muscle mass was twice that of a normal Matari, and his strength, endurance, and speed was legendary amongst the local people, he had a photographic memory, and an IQ that was nothing short of miraculous.
From the age of 10 until his 18th birthday celebration he ran the 3.5 kilometers from the cave down hill to the village market where he would read from the ancient religious texts of the Matari and call upon all within earshot to embrace the ways of their progenitors, to once again become a pious God fearing people who exalted nothing above the dutiful worship of the one true God. On stormy days of pelting rain, frigid snow, or swirling choking dust still he came, running on foot holding the text close to his body beneath his shirt or jacket and recited from memory. One day out of every seven he would answer questions and engage in theological, scientific, and political debates with the adults in attendance for a period of two hours. Everyday he completed the seven kilometer roundtrip at a sprinter's pace downhill then up again to the amazement of all who watched.
This practice of his readings became so popular the village elders approached his mother and requested approval to construct an open amphitheater that had covered seating so the many that now thronged to the village to listen to her child would be afforded a level of comfort Ray-Of did not require, and an amplification system to better hear his words above the howling storms that failed to impede his zeal in sharing the stories of their rich religious traditions and how each tribe had adopted modified and made tribally specific their shared foundations without ever changing one word of the sacred texts in thousands of years. Interpretations of the sacred texts where numerous and vigorously debated by theologians from every tribe, but to change a single word for contemporary relevance was a universal blasphemy.
The evening that she told her son of the village elders request to construct an amphitheater his excitement was palpable, the 12 year old child hurriedly rummaged through the papers on his desk and and brought forth a building plan of his own design, a massive seven story heptagrammic prism (7/3) hewn from the stones of the local quarries, in accordance with ancient tribal architectural preference at each of the seven points towered a massive marble obelisk that held the descriptions of each tribe. The first Church Of Victorious Eradication, C.O.V.E., was completed by his 14th birthday and since it fell on a seventh day the sermon he gave at it's opening celebration is now legendary canon amongst his interplanetary congregation, GÇ£Edge Of The AbyssGÇ¥ is considered mandatory reading for all C.O.V.E. converts. |