Ready, Set, Run! - A Shadowrun Campaign
Japan has always loathed my kind… I have experienced this throughout my entire life. These pretentious characters seek to see me destroyed, aside from our beloved Emperor. The Emperor… a God-send to my fellow Oni and I. He is the reason I live today, and he is the reason I will continue to strive forward from my pitiful existence. My parents were both simple Orcs and were shocked to find me in the womb of those who are “pure.”Of course, from time to time, there are exceptions to those who fully tolerate my species, and I will tolerate them in kind. My mother and father did care for me as most parents would, but one day a couple of years later, a knocking was heard at the door. An Oni of small wealth and business seemed to have heard about my fairly new existence. He looked at me with a smirk, as I was quickly handed over to this strange man by my parents. In all honesty, I wasn’t very surprised by their actions, for they always seemed a little weary of me. I didn’t care, for this man I did look up to with some sort of unexplainable reverence. It gave me hope that I, as an Oni, would have a chance at success in this country. This man actually turned out to be a gang leader, and he began to teach me everything he knew within his band of Oni. Yet again, fate dealt a black card and they were slaughtered by an enemy gang who thrived on the racism against Oni. I only survived because I was studying my new-found magical abilities and was able to use my invisibility for safety. One other made it out alive, and his name was Daxon, the lone elf in the group who was efficient with communication and research. Today I am now wishing to obtain power and fear over those who wish the Oni harm. For my love of my Emperor, I will see that it ends.