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Allow me here to introduce myself. Perhaps this way will better explain.

I am not your average high school student. Every student will say that and, in fact, speak truth in saying so. There is not a single 'everyday' person. No two persons are the same physically, mentally, or emotionally. Which, I suppose, makes them all ironically the same. But I am different to a degree far beyond what is considered an average shift from society's accepted 'norm'.

I'm no superhero. Not in the usual sense, at the least. I don't save people from burning buildings or stop bank robbers or fight incredibly powerful, yet eccentric and foolish, super-powered villains. I do nothing of the sort. I'm not an alien or some dead/undead/vampiric/lycanthropic/god/what-have-you.

No. I am a wanderer of worlds--the Worldwanderer, if you will. I once fell through the cracks of existence, saw the whole of existence and, when my journey was complete, returned ... changed. I know the laws of existence; in this universe and in all others. I could explain them to you, but there are no words to explain such things, and usually I remember only what is needed when it is needed, and little else.

I have seen things that are the stuff of legend, the stuff of dreams. The stuff of nightmares. Much that I have seen, I wish I could forget; most that I have learned, I wish no one had ever known. They are things too terrible to imagine, things that make the most horrifying thing of your deepest darkest fears, lusts, and rages seem simple, even mundane. But there are also things of inexplicable beauty. Things that make the heart weep for the joy of even seeing them, whether stationary or in motion, silent or in song. Things that make all your hopes come true. And some things just plain come in handy. Like the ability to teleport from one place to another. Or to use the laws of the sciences or change them as I see fit. Or the ability to bask in the chaos of magicks.

I keep these things secret from most people--from anyone who would not know without my telling. From anyone who could get hurt. Secrecy is paramount when you can do the impossible without so much as breaking a sweat. Especially when most of it is usable only when truly needed. It helps that I am not too strong. My knowledge is vast, but limited by necessity, and the resources at my disposal are pitiful few. If I trained ... But I can not do so openly. I can remember some little bits and pieces, though. Like how to make magical tools to help me use my abilities, many strong enough for even a mundane--an ungifted, untrained person--to use. I use them for storage and for transportation.

Damn, though. I do love the teleport. It makes things so much easier.

Description
Allow me here to introduce myself. Perhaps this way will better explain.

I am not your average high school student. Every student will say that and, in fact, speak truth in saying so. There is not a single 'everyday' person. No two persons are the same physically, mentally, or emotionally. Which, I suppose, makes them all ironically the same. But I am different to a degree far beyond what is considered an average shift from society's accepted 'norm'.

I'm no superhero. Not in the usual sense, at the least. I don't save people from burning buildings or stop bank robbers or fight incredibly powerful, yet eccentric and foolish, super-powered villains. I do nothing of the sort. I'm not an alien or some dead/undead/vampiric/lycanthropic/god/what-have-you.

No. I am a wanderer of worlds--the Worldwanderer, if you will. I once fell through the cracks of existence, saw the whole of existence and, when my journey was complete, returned ... changed. I know the laws of existence; in this universe and in all others. I could explain them to you, but there are no words to explain such things, and usually I remember only what is needed when it is needed, and little else.

I have seen things that are the stuff of legend, the stuff of dreams. The stuff of nightmares. Much that I have seen, I wish I could forget; most that I have learned, I wish no one had ever known. They are things too terrible to imagine, things that make the most horrifying thing of your deepest darkest fears, lusts, and rages seem simple, even mundane. But there are also things of inexplicable beauty. Things that make the heart weep for the joy of even seeing them, whether stationary or in motion, silent or in song. Things that make all your hopes come true. And some things just plain come in handy. Like the ability to teleport from one place to another. Or to use the laws of the sciences or change them as I see fit. Or the ability to bask in the chaos of magicks.

I keep these things secret from most people--from anyone who would not know without my telling. From anyone who could get hurt. Secrecy is paramount when you can do the impossible without so much as breaking a sweat. Especially when most of it is usable only when truly needed. It helps that I am not too strong. My knowledge is vast, but limited by necessity, and the resources at my disposal are pitiful few. If I trained ... But I can not do so openly. I can remember some little bits and pieces, though. Like how to make magical tools to help me use my abilities, many strong enough for even a mundane--an ungifted, untrained person--to use. I use them for storage and for transportation.

Damn, though. I do love the teleport. It makes things so much easier.