I was born in a surprisingly normal family, and in a great age, all was good, the world had been at peace for hundreds of years, 'twas a golden age.
But I could see it, since I was born, the hell, waiting for us on the horizon.
So I, as a child, was always understandingly desperate, the first years of my life were one of the worst ones, losing to the last by little.
I was always so worried, eventually before I could understand what was to come, and this obviously ticked my parents in some way, as I converted my despair of the destiny to come into training efforts, they were mysteriously supportive of my precautions to the future, perhaps because they could feel my worries, and did not know how to deal with them.
I was not some supreme naturally talented warrior, nor mage, I wasn't blessed by the heavens in wielding any weapons or in practicing martial arts, I did not have unlimited wisdom, unparalleled intelligence, an unbreakable body or unmatched strength, but I had what I believe to be my second greatest blessing, I did not have any weakness in skill.
Although I was not the best in anything, I had an above average talent, at every single thing, no weakness whatsoever.
That, coupled with the endless willpower to surpass obstacles that was formed by my ability to see the disaster coming, made me into a human monster, a never stoping machine, I trained in every single thing, searched for teachers, built my body, studied magical arts, made weapons poisons and medicine, researched countless methods to becoming stronger, were them new or old, accepted by the society or shunned, I delved in good and dark arts alike, thought I sacrificed only my enemies and ones that I thought evil, those that contributed to the end that was to come, to be able to stave it of for the greatest amount of time, I collected gifts and blessings from the gods and spirits, and searched desperately for any means to survive, the Last Age To Come.