BACKSTORY TIME! :D (I wrote this as midnight with no planning)
@snazzy-here my backstory >:D
My backstory, you say? You want to hear of my sad and dramatic backstory?Β
WELL TOO BAD!! Because thereβs nothing to tell! I lived a happy childhood in wizard school, and I worked hard to become the wizard I am today!
β¦. Too bad I never intended to become the EVIL wizard I am todayβ¦β¦..
My parents! Two wizards- hopelessly in love -got married and had me, and they named me the most fitting name they had, βwizard anonβ β¦Β
When I was a child, a little baby wizard, I had an encounter. I was out casting spells, trying my very hardest to get the curse right, practicing on flowers, but every time I tried, the flower exploded in my face, so I would move on to the next flower, then the next, the then next, moving across the field, wincing every time the flowers burst into flames.Β
I was about to cast the curse again on some leafy flower, when a hand reached out to grab it. We both stopped and looked at each other. I asked the fellow anon what her name was, instead of responding she said that I wasnβt going to see her again.Β
But when I did see her again I realised that WAS her name, βyou-wonβt-see-me-again" (not a username btw) and us both being kids we played everyday, and she began to teach me some of her own spells, but they were strange, like nothing I had ever seen, they were made with potions, herbs, ingredients, not wands and hatred. I learnt her way of magic, not realising what it meant.
One day in wizard school we were told about a spell, it was meant to sprout flowers from soil in an instant. I was never good at the traditional way of casting that spell, so I did it the way you-wonβt-see-me-again does it and I succeeded, just barely, the tiniest flower sprouted but I loved it.
I was only then informed that what I had cast was a witch spell, not a wizard spell. You-wonβt-see-me-again was a witch, and I, a wizard in wizard school. I never talked to her again! How could she betray me and have me casting WITCH spells as a wizard!Β
As I grew older I continued through wizard school. I avoided anything witch-like, I didnβt know much about witches but it was better to be safe than sorry and stick to what everyone knew was wizardry. I fell back into line.Β
Then the truth came out. I was a witch. WAS. Iβm not a witch anymore, obviously, hehehβ¦.. Yeahβ¦.
But how was I a witch if I had followed the rules so well? Well, turns out my parents werenβt as hopelessly in love as they seemed, as my mother had cheated on my father with a WITCH.Β
The moment the truth came out my mother was outcast, thrown to the witches since she loved them so much. But they werenβt sure what to do with me, i was only half witch and refused to succumb to any witchly tendencies in years. So they let me stay.Β
Despite letting me stay I was still ridiculed and outcast and treated as any full witch. And who had ruined my life? Who had revealed my mothers secret?
You-wonβt-see-me-again. Yes, they had revealed to everyone that I was part witch, allowing me to be ridiculed so, allowing me to be seen as a lowly witch like her. I was not going to let her ruin my life like this.Β
I researched and researched and researched until I found it, the spell that changes your very being. I worked hard to perfect it best I could, despite never being a good wizard. Once I felt confident I locked myself into my room, then cast the spell on myself. When I looked in the mirror I saw a face that wasnβt mine. I was a wizard for real now, all my witch had been casted away, gone forever. And now I was able to curse as good as I always wished I could. And I knew exactly who I wanted to curse the most. But Iβd save the best for last.
I cursed my teachers, I cursed my dad, I cursed some witches, I cursed some random wizards. All because they got in my way. Then I found who I was looking for.Β
My classmates and fellow wizard students tried to stop me but I found her, you-wonβt-see-me-again. She didnβt recognise my face, neither did I at first after becoming fully wizard, so I said β5 guesses as to who I am. You lose, I curse you. you win, you go free.βΒ
My fellow students yelled for me to calm down, some tried grabbing me, I cursed them all. Then you-wonβt-see-me-again made her guess βYouβre evil!β β¦ and she was right.
As I looked around at my cursed classmates, at my cursed father, at my cursed teachers, then I looked at her, the face I had known for years felt unrecognisable with fear and anger. I let her go because she was right, I am evil.Β
But as I looked around, I realized something. My father, cruel and pressuring me to be the best wizard. My classmates, outcasting me over something I couldnβt choose. My teachers, letting it all happen. All evil.Β
Then I thought more: my mother, the kindest person I ever met. You-wonβt-see-me-again, being kind to me even when I had cursed and exploded the flowers she loved so much. Not evil.Β
Maybe, if being a wizard means youβre evilβ¦. Then I am going to become the evilest wizard around, because I am not a witch, I am THE evil wizard anon and I am going to prove myself as a powerful wizard by being the evilest I can be!!!!!!!!!!!!!
(did not plan this backstory AT ALL, I just had fun. Feel free to ask questions :D)
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