"Death incarnate? I wonder if he's... ah, I'll have to find him later. Okay. So. Um. In my world, there's a lot of pantheons. Greek, Egyptian, Chinese, the works. All of them have myths, and all of them are true. Or... mostly true? I don't really know how like twelve different creation myths are all right at the same time but I've kind of given up on trying to apply logic to stuff like that now. Anyway, the gods are stronger with more belief, but just because people don't believe in them doesn't mean they die out. My mother's from the Norse pantheon - Hel, goddess of the dead."
So that explains that half. Now for the other half. "I thought my dad was a normal human, but he... wasn't. He's older than he looks. He's a mage, which... I don't really understand what they do, entirely, but I know they're very strong and from what I've been told he's not... a typical mage. He has fewer morals, which is. It makes sense given that he..."
He takes a deep breath and lets it out slowly. "... So I don't know if a war called World War Two happened in your world, but he was on the side of some... really bad people. He didn't care about their ideals, just the money they gave him for research. He and my mother had a kid before me, back then. The only full sibling I know I have. ... Had." He'll get to that. "I don't entirely know what they did to him, but I know that they experimented on him until he was some..."
How to put this. He gestures towards Soldat's general physique. "Kind of like that? Big and muscular and... too dangerous for them to control, so he got put on ice and eventually the lab stuff got moved to America. I don't know when or how. My father wasn't exactly giving out details. ... Anyway I got a mission to go wreck up some secret Nazi lab in America and I went to do that and... he got freed, somehow. I don't know how. But he was rampaging around and I was trying to fight him and I didn't know he was my brother and then my father showed up and shot him. I don't know with what, there might have been magic in the bullet or the gun, but he died. And then I found out he was my brother."
He runs his hands through his hair and sighs. His voice hasn't even gone flat - it's clear from how he's not really giving off too much of a stress response other than the understandable frustration that he's seen much worse than that.
cw: Nazis, experimentation, filicide
So that explains that half. Now for the other half. "I thought my dad was a normal human, but he... wasn't. He's older than he looks. He's a mage, which... I don't really understand what they do, entirely, but I know they're very strong and from what I've been told he's not... a typical mage. He has fewer morals, which is. It makes sense given that he..."
He takes a deep breath and lets it out slowly. "... So I don't know if a war called World War Two happened in your world, but he was on the side of some... really bad people. He didn't care about their ideals, just the money they gave him for research. He and my mother had a kid before me, back then. The only full sibling I know I have. ... Had." He'll get to that. "I don't entirely know what they did to him, but I know that they experimented on him until he was some..."
How to put this. He gestures towards Soldat's general physique. "Kind of like that? Big and muscular and... too dangerous for them to control, so he got put on ice and eventually the lab stuff got moved to America. I don't know when or how. My father wasn't exactly giving out details. ... Anyway I got a mission to go wreck up some secret Nazi lab in America and I went to do that and... he got freed, somehow. I don't know how. But he was rampaging around and I was trying to fight him and I didn't know he was my brother and then my father showed up and shot him. I don't know with what, there might have been magic in the bullet or the gun, but he died. And then I found out he was my brother."
He runs his hands through his hair and sighs. His voice hasn't even gone flat - it's clear from how he's not really giving off too much of a stress response other than the understandable frustration that he's seen much worse than that.