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Backstory

It wasn't long after Elias' birth that Viscount Calderwick realized he was not the boy's father. Despite both of his supposed parents being humans, he'd been born with slightly pointed ears, with dark hair and grey eyes belonging to neither of them. Some say he's fortunate not to have been killed or banished that same day, but his mother wasn't so lucky.

From then on, he was always treated as lesser by the rest of his family. He was raised by wet nurses and maids, shunned by his father and siblings for his heritage. Years of bullying inevitably went too far, resulting in his arm being crushed and ultimately amputated at a young age. Though he spent his teenage years desperately trying to build a replacement, often trying to use wanderlite as a power source, he never succeeded.

After years of failure, he eventually turned to the All-Seeing for guidance, seeking what help he could from local temples. He found that he picked up Celestial oddly quickly, speaking and understanding it far more fluently than his peers- and, after months of pleading, his prayers were finally answered. Though he'd struggled to find a way to draw energy from wanderlite for oh so long, his last prototype worked flawlessly, remaining powered indefinitely and responding just as quickly as his functioning arm. Since then, he's fled from his family, turning to the Guild for respite.