You are a faller, you arrived in this world 10 years ago. You don’t remember where you came from but all you know is that the world you were from granted you magical powers.

The power to control the weather, the only downside is that you lose stamina the bigger the storm.

You were currently at a huge festival. No one really talked to you at all, since no one wanted to be your friend. Suddenly, a group of people stepped onto the huge stage. A man with tea green hair stepped onto the stage, his eyes a soulless grey

“My friends. I am N…the king of Team Plasma.”