Chronomancer
Legacy Name: Chronomancer

The gift of time control was given to me by a stranger.
Though it may be more accurate to say I always had it in me,
and was only offered the knowledge I needed to unlock my potential.

Within minutes of being born, I was an orphan, along with my twin brother. Mother never got to see us, and we never got to see her. Father rejected us. He blamed us. We were too young to understand.
Our time in the orphanage was short. I made sure of that. And to make a long story short, countless days were spent watching my brother beat himself up over the loss of our mother. Watching him long for that which he did not have. That which was torn away from us before we could utter even a whimper of protest.
I was too concerned with keeping us alive... But I missed her, too.

It's funny how our lives are built around hours, minutes and seconds.
Though she spent days anticipating us, those last hours were wasted.
It only took minutes for the course of our lives to change forever.
It only took a split second decision for me to ruin the life of my best friend.

Brother focused on necromancy... He focused on the fact of her death, and how he could erase that fact. It's always been his goal to bring her back. He was obsessed.
I focused my study on the deceptive, illusive magic of mesmerism. For years I used it to steal, deceive, and sneak my way into survival and illegitimate luxury.
No, I'm not proud of it.

It wasn't until years later that I would acquire the ability to control time... Or, at least, to alter one's perception of it.
After all, time is simply an illusion, right?
The universe does not care for hours, minutes, nor seconds.
The Eternal Alchemy does as it wishes.
And we're left to pick up the pieces, using time as a way to cushion the blows.

...But if I practice enough..
If I could grasp true time control..
Where the lines between the past, present and future blur together..
Could brother's necromancy..
And my chronomancy...
.....Bring her back?
(very much WIP)