Role

Chapter 1

In a month of great heat, a loud cry sounded throughout the
village of Jinvalr, a small allocation village southeastern
of the Ruined City. It was the cry of a newborn. When a newborn
descends into this world, happiness is spread throughout.
But not for this newborn. There seemed to be more anger and sadness
than anything else. This newborn was deformed in appearance,
believed to be cursed and would brought forth great, unspeakable disasters.
A newborn, fated to be an outcast, despised by others from
birth. It was the birth of Raikorsai.

Sadness filled the house Jarvoski. A devastated mother and an
angry father. Days passed and a decision was made. Raikorsai,
was to be sacrificed, in hope that any curse or disaster,
would not be enforced onto the village by the gods. A
human sacrifice made, in an attempt to please the gods, with the
blood of a newborn. On the night of the sacrifice, in the
midst of the sacrificial ritual, a holy knight came upon the
village. Realising what was going on, deeply disgusted by it, she
decided to rescue the newborn. She fought her way through
the villagers, grabbed hold of the newborn and rode her way
out of the village. Much to her surprise, the villagers did
not chase her, but in any case, she decided to ride as far
away as she could. She was tired and so was her horse; a rest was
required.

The rest was not long, until the dawn broke, with birds
chirping their hearts out. The holy knight, uncovered the hood
of the newborn, only to be freaked out at the next instant by
the looks of this newborn. Her horse which happened to peep
at the newborn, went hysterical and wild, which ended up
dashing off into the nearby woods. The deformed skull, face
and limbs totally got her out of nowhere. Very much affected
by the appearance of this newborn, the holy knight decided to
discard the newborn before any bad luck was brought onto herself.
She placed the newborn by the roadside, hoping that someone,
who was able to accept the appearance of this newborn, would
kindly take him in. She placed three gold coins by the
side of the newborn's quilt and rushed off as quickly as she could.

A carriage passed by, seeing the newborn, decided to pick it
up. Surprisingly, the owner of the carriage decided to keep
this newborn, despite his looks. Years passed and young
Raikorsai was now eight years old. He was treated like a slave,
whipped all day long, forced to do jobs which never seemed to
end while given only crumbs to fill his hunger every day.
It was cold and hungry at night, all he had on him, was a pathetic
piece of rag to cover his body.
He had no choice but to consume living rats caught near his
bedroom, which was a pig sty. He had to use water from the
nearby murky river to clean himself. Covered with wounds, he
sobbed his night away, until he fell asleep. The next day
would be another beginning of torture.

As years passed, Raikorsai became a grown adult, looking more
deformed than ever. His scalp had scars and strange contours,
pretty much out of shape, compared to a normal human. His
left eye was red, while the other green. He had an extremely
small pair of ears, probably the smallest that ever existed.
His lips were extremely thick and he had a very highly lifted nose,
probably one of the highest that one had ever seen. His bac