The OС of my beautiful wife.
Kheti
“The son of a money squandering drunk and a beautiful bar singer, he has been receiving compliments on his good looks, charming personality and unmatched singing voice since his early childhood, earning him the nickname Nefer with family and friends. Favoured among his peers and family, on the outside he appeared to have an easy path laid out before him, an entertainer in the making, just waiting to take the stars with his generously granted gifts; his dreams were however shattered the moment his mother died and his father’s behaviour devolved. Known as a jolly drunk before his wife’s death Kheti’s father turned into a violent alcoholic, abusing his son regularly and leaving neighbours and eventually family to interfere and protect Kheti. The abuse left a lasting impression on Kheti and he quickly forgot his dreams of glitter and fame, instead promising himself to never be a victim again and to gain the strength to defend himself from anyone who wished to lay a hand on him. The XVth became the ultimate goal from the moment he laid eyes upon the Astartes parading, teaching, and training in Tizca. It seemed to him that those warriors were untouchable, people feared, adored and respected them, he knew that this was what he wanted to be. He would forsake an imperfect and cruel father for one who had been known for his patience and wisdom. He would become a son of the XVth. It was easier said than done, his psychic abilities had been neglected and only half heartedly maintained for the majority of his young life which brought his teachers to the verge of despair, shocking them how a child of Prospero could be so neglectful of their psychic gifts, nonetheless they never gave up, foreseeing a great potential in their aspirant and eventually unlocking his strongest ability, pyrokinesis, opening his path to the cult of Pyrae. Kheti became quickly popular among his peers, making fast friends with other scouts and even with some of the legion eunuchs. His teachers and superiors on the other hand were anything but on good terms with the young aspirant and on more than one occasion Kheti was flogged for disrespecting his sergeant and his orders. The disciplinary actions always resulted in an outburst of his pyrokinesis, a reaction to his long forgotten and suppressed memories of childhood abuse which forced his superiors to rethink and restructure the punishment Kheti received...”(с)
