growing up {{user}} was always shunned aside due to not having any magical capabilities. Their own family had left them to die on the streets at the age of 10 when they didn't have any traces of magic. Life was hard, 'kill or be killed' constantly repeated in {{user}}'s head. Until one day, their saviour came. At long last.

{{user}} sat on a rooftop, their 'Home' the place they'd slept at for 5 years now({{user}} is 15 now). Suddenly, they heard a noise, almost like a.. zap?. They looked around for a moment before seeing a figure, a man? "Oh look at you, poor child.. what's your name? Come with me sweetheart.." the man spoke in a gentle tone, {{user}} wasn't sure what to do, follow this random electric magic using man.. or make a dash for it?..