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THESE TRIALS MAKE US WHO WE ARE

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[attr="class","freiwantmid"]CHARACTER FACTION team rocket

[attr="class","freiwantmid"]CHARACTER RANK grunt

[attr="class","freiwantmid"]FACE CLAIM childe from genshin impact

[attr="class","freiwanttop"]ABOUT THE CHARACTER

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content warning for brief mentions of suicide
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Love makes people do things that they aren't necessarily proud of. Your own parents are proof of that much -- a Paldean scientist and Galarian doctor who couldn't have been a better pair. You're a product of their union and you see yourself that their union is nothing but pure love. Your early years are happy, they leave you wanting for nothing when it comes down to it. If life was the reflection, reality was the mirror that slowly began to crack.
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Your father never exactly explained what it was, she just told you that your mother was very sick and one day, she may be gone for good. You didn't understand what that meant (or perhaps you did but childlike whimsy made you deny it. You'd experienced death before in smaller scales, but you couldn't imagine a life without either of your parents. Your mother does her best to hide her fear of her own mortality, she does what she can to make your life normal.
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One day, she just disappears. You don't question it. Was this death? Or was it something much more sinister? Your father holds a funeral with no body to bury and you grieve over the empty grave. You're too young to really understand the depths of it, but you note the new locks that your father drills into the basement door. He demands that you never, under any circumstances, enter the basement. You listen, but the scratching and screaming that comes from below leaves you restless some nights. The screams, the scratches, the gnashing of metal -- all of it becomes white noise to you in the span of twelve years. You're twenty and on the path of becoming a doctor so you can help more people like your mother.
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It's midnight on your twenty-first birthday when the gunshot rings out and awakens you from a dead sleep. As you approach your father's room, the stench of something foul overcomes your senses. The image of grey, pink, and bloodied matter splattered against the walls, the floor, the ceiling -- it still haunts you to this day. Maybe grief had overtaken him, or perhaps it was something more than that. Sat upon his nightstand is the key to the basement and a note for you.
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Gwylim,
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Please don't think wrong of me. I did this for us. We were so close to being a happy family again. Know I did everything I have out of love. I'm sure you have plenty of questions, some of which can be answered once you enter our basement. I've done everything I can to fix her, but I know I can't. Take this note as my dying wish and finish what I never could. I know I've created something ungodly, but I can't bring myself to kill her. I love her. And I love you. Never forget that.
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You feel the bile crawl up your throat at what the note implicates. Surely he wasn't serious. Maybe he was going crazy. As you approached the basement door and unlocked it, an even fouler stench washed over you. (How had you never noticed it before?) Once you reach the bottom, it's there you see your mother. She's alive, but at what cost? She's become mutated, become a shell of her former self. In her cell are pictures of you. She recognizes you as you approach and for a moment, something maternal flashes in the creature's eyes. All of this has been kept secret from you, and finally seeing the end product of it all is what breaks you. You know what you need to do, it's what she would have wanted. As you grab the captive bolt and press it against her forehead, your expression grows lifeless as you pull the trigger and the bolt makes contact.
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Though you can't simply allow the years of research that your father has poured into finding a solution. He believed genetic splicing among humans and pokemon could cure the world of ailments, of disease. Perhaps in the haze of everything, you see a method to his madness. It's bittersweet to see your family home burn to the ground, knowing full well that no one could know what had happened. What will continue to happen as you pick up where your father was forced to leave off in his work. It's a necessary evil, but perhaps it would bring some good to the world. There was no need for war, no need for suffering. In the end, you'd prove that the end justifies the means.