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“Bloody devil of my existence is what you are!” He would say drunkenly as his hand lazily smacked the back of Oberon’s head. A soft squeal of pain slipped from Oberon's lips

Devil. It would have been the best description of what his father was to him. It also described the worst fears that children could possibly have; violence,loneliness, pain, regret, revenge.Devil, the name that had hurt his consciousness even harder than the fists that came his way . Day in and day out he would endure through the verbal and physical abuse his father would inflict upon him, however he had resolved not to give into his despair and carried on with his life normally outside of home. Some people would care to ask where his mother was? But she was no where to be found, giving her life in exchange to bring him to life. Tragic indeed, but nothing the boy could miss. He had always wondered how his life would be had his mother been around, yet he highly doubted his father would fail at finding another excuse to bring him misery. 

His body and his emotions would thicken over the verbal and physical abuse he would endure over the times his father had beaten him. He has always wondered "how in the world am I able to deal with all of this so...well". When he was at school or somewhere away from his father's presence he was always so happy and upbeat, never losing the skip in his step. However, when he was at home his emotions were always in a frenzied mess. At times he was full of hate, misery, or even pain. Regardless of the pain and misery he felt he would train his brian to make it seem emotionless, pathetic even. Most of Oberon’s time was spent on rooftops, his hand reaching out to the moon, wondering if he would ever break through the chains that bound him to the Torino Kingdom. Yet with each year, his optimism would dwindle. [/style]
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[style=width: 320px; font-face: courier new; font-size: 10px; text-align: justify;]The door would slam shut behind his father as he spat out slurred curses left and right. The man was filled with drunken rage once more it for some odd reason there was more rage than the usual times around. His words seemed to get even worse today as hiss fury caused him to blame Oberon for the reasons he was always like this and the death of his wife. He even began to rant about how he was indebted to everyone due to having to feed him when the fact was that he drank away all their Ryo in bottle of Sake. Hi fury and rage had ignited and soon was unleashed the wrath of a drunken man and thatfury was taken out on Oberon. The man continued to break Oberons nose and blackened his eyes. He knocked several of his teeth, split his lip, cracked his ribs, and he even attempted to gouge his eye out with a kitchen knife. Managing to leave with his eye intact, albeit having a scar, Sora fled to his room leaving his drunken dad to pass out on the floor. Hiding in the sanctuary of his own bedroom the boy would cower and cringe in the agonizing pain of his body as he soaked the white sheets with crimson blood. All he wished now was for his father to just die and leave him alone. He would repeat such wishes in his head over and over until he dozed off into a deep slumber. 

Oberon would be awakened by a loud commotion outside of his room at the crack of dawn. Oddly enough he found himself sleeping on the chair; he didn’t recall getting up from his bed. His father had died. It was decided by the authorities that he had died of natural causes. A heart attack, brought on by a combination of alcohol, stress, and overexertion of nearly beating his son to death. Oh well, was all that went through his head. The demonic happiness that flood through Oberon's life has began and and a devilish smile had formed upon his beaten and swollen lips, of course without anyone seeing. He even snickered a thing or two

Things would take a quick turn for the young child however, for there was none available to take him in and what was better than to enlist a fine young man into the ranks of the military? That was just what he was to do, as decided by the higher ups of his society. Whether it was for better or worse was out of the question, for nothing is worse than what he had left behind. But before anything could be decided for him he was taken to orphanage instead where he would continue his life alone.
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But what most people didn't know about his transfer to the orphanage was the fact that it wasn't just a normal orphanage. No it was something greater than that. It was an elite squad orphanage to train children into deadly art and train them to become deadly assassin the owner of the orphanage could use when they had become older. They were each given a number. The number was then tattooed onto one part of their body. This was of course only when they had finished their training. Some came when they were 15. Other came when they were 6. Some wanted to be here. Some REALLY wanted to be here. All that mattered was the scouter, a lady that had picked him up the day of the house, would inspect them to see if they had the killing intent within them. And Oberon did.

Oberon’s power had been growing. In only a year of training he had learned much about the raw power a normal human held. He was years younger than any of the most of the trainees, however he could feel that he was far stronger and more talented than any of the others. The higher ups had taken note of this as well. Physically, he was stronger than ever before. During his morning training runs, he could sprint almost at full speed for several kilometers before having to stop. His reflexes had become quicker, his mind and senses were far sharper than he could have possibly imagined. When necessary he could channel chakra through his body, giving him bursts of energy that allowed him to do seemingly impossible feats. Run up walls, leap several meters vertically, fall great distances and landing unharmed. It was incredible. Words could not express his gratitude to the power given to him

With each week he would surpass another of the soldiers who had once been ahead of him. Their poor attempts at hazing the boy with a contrasting personality and appearence would come to a hasty end. When he wasn’t training his body, he was in the library studying ancient records. Scrolls and manuscripts of the past and the great sea were absolutely fascinating. There was so much outside of the iron fortress he dwelled within. Devil Fruits were one of the more popular subjects as well as One Piece. 

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The child spent several hours each day studying the ancient records. He became infatuated with them. Many of the scrolls were historical records reminiscing ancient battles or glorifying the deeds of the pirates. There was one that stood out in particular to him, one of azure eyes and free spirits. However the information gathered on that seemingly extinct clan was scarce. The library’s archives supplemented what he learned from the trainers, giving context to his abstract lessons. In time, Oberon would feel that the ancient knowledge would be the key to unlocking his full potential. And so his own understanding of the world around him would slowly take a shape of its own. 

One day a boy twice his size and 3 years older had come up to him very hostile like. His named was Isaac and he was the leader of the "popular" kids in the orphanage. Oberon had always laughed at the thought of popular kids because he didnt think that they would exist in the military organization. But through his observation he realized that even between the military dogs someone had to be the one that people feared. Isaac was nothing more of a bully and this bully had been mad at Oberon for seriously injuring one of his lackeys. HEY YOU KID! Oberon would not answer. This of course continued with Isaac taunting him to finally Isaac threw a punch and it was all over. Oberon quickly maneuvered around the punch and fractured both of Isaacs arms and broke 4 of his ribs. Oberon became the popular kid

Another year would begin to pass, and the matured assasin of fifteen years would soon be ready to ship out. His time spent training and studying in the library had done him well. Yet now he understood that this was only the beginning. The boy was starting to grasp a great truth on a deep, fundamental level: that the strength to survive must come from within. Others will always fail you. Friends, family, fellow soldiers... in the end, each person must stand alone. 

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Agent 1726, it was a name his higher-ups in battle had coined. He held the courage and nobility of an aristocrat within him. However, he had the judgment and acted with the skill of a trained solider. He was like a mix breed/cross bred human with multiple personalities but Oberon had always assured them that there was only one of him in his body and he would always laugh at their assumptions. Oberon had crossed blades with many at this point, and his mastery over the sword surpassed many. His growth would seem to know no bounds.

But Agent 1726 was not a normal person and the accusations were coming true. A persons psyche could only hold so much happiness, hate and sadness where to the point one could not help but create multiple psyches. This was Oberon's first discovery. One night as he slept, he held a meeting in his head. A meeting with himself. Confused with what was happening he sat in a black and darkened null voided space in a wooden chair and a light shining from above to what seemed as if it was a round table. Suddenly another light flashed to his left and in the light sat himself but instead of white clothing he donned a bright yellow clothing along with bright yellow hair. He looked so happy and peaceful. Continuing left another light shone and again it was himself donned in the color of blue and to his own right was himself donned in the color of red.

At this point of his life the soldier had come to a realization of his schizophrenia. His multi-personality disorder was something that had daunted him multiple times in the past, after all people feared what they did not understand. As Oberon grew in his power, so did the eternal struggle for control within. Luna, a carefree and free spirited boy, his creation was an escape from Oberons’ troubles at home. Through Luna, Oberon was able to cope with the way his life was, and thus was able to continue on living. Oberon himself can be described as empty, a person who lacked in emotion or feelings yet knew the difference between right and wrong. The third was Gansan, a cold and manipulative man whose intentions revolve purely around himself. Lastly, it was Axel, the embodiment of Oberon's hate. It took all of the boy effort to control. However, with each passing day the boy knew Axel would not remain dormant forever. 

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 The large gates of the Orphanage would creak as it opened, only to reveal that a single person was to leave. Finally, the now seventeen year old assassin would be outside of the fortress that he had resided within for so long. His chains had not been broken quite yet though and he was not going out on his own accord. Although he was partially free to do as he pleased, he was to return within a year with the head of his old superior, who had apparently gone rogue. He was charged with the murder of orphanage members as well as an attempted assassination of Dante Hisashi, an Honored Brethren Oberon had grown to admire. The young teenager  found that he was able to connect with said Dante’s odd qualities. Often being harassed in the academy days for his own lively personality, seeing another agent with similar qualities, an Honored Brethren at that, made Oberon view Hisashi as an older reflection of his own self.

People were reluctant on letting him go though. Some people didn't like the idea of him being outside by himself. No one usually allowed people to let their agents travel out by themselves to go kill another superior but of course that was just up to the superiors talking. That wasn't much for them to say other than the fact that he really wanted to go. “Are you sure we should allow him to go?” One of the supervisors said, his voice booming as it echoed through the conference room they were discussing. They had been discussing Oberon of course, since he had been the one to step up and take the assignment. Murdering a member was the greatest sin an agent could commit. Making an attempt at the life of a Honored Leader  had dug the Rogue’s own grave. “Dishi used to be his superior officer after all…and the Kingdom of Torino  incident...” Another would speak out softly, supporting the louder supervisor. They were against the idea obviously, Oberon was a good soldier but they didn’t feel he should have such freedom.

“Ha! Let him go, It’ll be fine.” A confident voice would cut them off, it was Dante. He had been leaning back in chair quietly enjoying their conversation until now. “Have a little faith.” He told them, and before they could say anything else he would quickly cut them off. “Should he fail I will take full responsibility. I place my honor and position as Honored Leader on his shoulders for now. Now enough of this nonsense, we have more pressing matters to discuss don’t we?” His voice would sway the rest as the silent board nodded, having not partake in the discussion at all. His acknowledgement of Dante's points had been enough for the rest. Oberon had been approved.


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