Perform
Legacy Name: Perform

Jason Hexton is a young man who has performed his entire life.
When he was a young boy, he performed innocently; little magic tricks in the town square, on the high street, just to earn some money for sweets and the occasional toy.
When his adoptive guardian died, he performed; acted distant, bitter and hateful, pretended he wasn't hurt, was broken and starting to fall.
When he hit rock bottom, loosing his job packaging leaflets for distribution, now living in a park having to scavenge food from dumpsters, he performed; he acted like he was angry, violent, dangerous. In reality he was merely a child forced to mature before his age, who needed someone to see past the masks and see the pain inside.

He was falling; tumbling endlessly into a world too dark to comprehend. He knew he wouldn't last; he'd end up dead in a gutter somewhere with tracks up his arms and bruises around his face.
There was no way out.

Until he met Ekirou Yamarada, a talent scout who had aspirations to be a director and a heart of solid gold. He found Jason slumped over a park bench and wasted no time in sitting down beside him, and beginning a conversations about just how delightful it was to be able to have a cup of coffee that didn't taste like sewage. Startled, the normally unresponsive young man sat up and glanced at this chatty stranger with wide green eyes.
Ekirou continued to chat away until he stopped to take a sip from his drink. Jason started to get up; he had little patience these days, even for those who didn't look upon him as if he were infested with some sort of disgusting disease. But before he could get away the stranger gripped his arm, thin fingers surprisingly firm around his wrist.
"You have such pained eyes. Your masks are intricate, well formed, they hide your emotions from the world and make you appear disinterested. But your eyes...they are too emotive, too heartbreaking. They leave cracks in the masks and I can see your very soul. And it is...too sad. Much too sad." He stood then, releasing his grip to delve a hand into his pocket and retrieve a business card. "Find a shower and give me a call. I can help. I can't make the pain go away, but I can help repair the cracks."
This was the beginning of one of the most well loved actors of the current generation.

Jason's stage name, created after a rather inebriated night out, also became his new persona; Rhigta Varr. Rhigta was a gentleman; polite and well-spoken with a dashing smile and soft eyes that could melt the most solid of hearts. He was a hit with fans, with staff, with the world.
But still he performs; only now he is being paid for it.
He is only a step away from the troubled young man lying on a park bench, eating left-over Subways and drinking the last few drops from discarded cups.
But Ekirou has lived up to his word; the cracks have been fixed and he hides it well. No one would ever suspect that one of the world's most beloved young actors has stared out the window of his penthouse apartment and wondered what it would be like to just let himself fall, tumble to the ground. The world would mourn for a man that didn't really exist. They'd mourn a persona; they'd mourn Rhigta, not Jason.
It is a thought that troubles him and probably will continue to trouble him for a long, long time.

But the words he hears every night before he goes to bed and every morning when he wakes up are those that will haunt him until he dies. The words of a man who couldn't be compared to the devil, for he was much more horrible than even Satan himself.
"We can't all be Gods...". No, Jason agrees, we can't all be Gods. Humans are much too delicate to be Gods. But he is past the point of being human these days; adopts different personae like second skins, slides in and out of characters with such ease that he occasionally wonders who he truly is. Is he human? He is neither a God nor a King but he knows people who are. He...he is nothing more than a man with no true face, dons masks and avoids mirrors for he believes his true reflection will break his own heart.
But he'd rather be a God than a King any day. Because mercy...mercy saved him, in the form of a cheerful young talent-scout and for that he is eternally grateful.

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