Owen wasn't born with the ability to manipulate colours; he was born under a different, far rarer influence: gravity. He could transmutate colors as his own. His birth, in the impoverished Whispering Pines village nestled precariously on the slopes of the Aethel mountains, was marked by a strange celestial event – a shimmering distortion in the sky that pulsed with an unseen energy. Villagers spoke of it in hushed tones, attributing it to the whims of the capricious Colour Gods, but the only tangible effect was Owen himself.
Owen's childhood was defined by a peculiar sensitivity to weight. He stumbled often, unable to quite judge his own body's heft. Objects felt heavier or lighter than they should, a constant source of frustration and minor injuries. His peers, cruel in their ignorance, nicknamed him "Featherweight" or "Stone-Foot," unaware of the potent power simmering beneath his clumsy gait.
His unusual connection to gravity revealed itself in small, unpredictable bursts. A dropped stone would hang momentarily in mid-air before plummeting; a swinging branch would inexplicably slow to a stop. These incidents were infrequent, often dismissed as mere coincidence. However, a devastating landslide that threatened to wipe out Whispering Pines permanently changed everything.
Terrified, Owen felt a surge of energy unlike anything he'd ever experienced. The very earth beneath his feet seemed to respond to his fear, his desperate plea for safety. He instinctively focused his will, and the landslide slowed, its momentum disrupted by an unseen force. Rocks tumbled less violently, their destructive impact minimized. The village was saved, though damaged, and Owen was hailed as a miracle, a child blessed by the very mountains themselves, a child 'loved by colours'.
This event unlocked his ability to consciously manipulate gravity. It wasn't a refined art initially. It manifested as erratic bursts of power; he could make things lighter or heavier, but control was elusive. Years of rigorous self-training, coupled with the guidance of an eccentric hermit, throne's younger brother, who lived in the deepest caverns of the Aethel mountainside, allowed him to hone his abilities.
He learned to create localized gravitational fields, pulling objects towards him with devastating force or launching them at incredible speed. He could create areas of near-weightlessness, making himself incredibly agile and difficult to hit. His mastery allowed him to manipulate his own weight, turning himself into a blur of motion or a force of immense destructive power. He even developed the ability to generate miniature black holes, fleeting and controlled, to obliterate targets. With few other exceptional abilities.
However, Owen's power came at a price, all abilities did. The constant manipulation of gravity was physically and emotionally draining. The hermit warned him that unchecked, his power could tear him apart, body and soul. This inherent danger, combined with the harsh realities of Aethel's class system, where the poor like him were perpetually exploited, forged in him a steely resolve and a growing sense of unease. The salvation of Whispering Pines was just the beginning of his journey, a journey that would lead him to confront not just the oppressive forces of Aethel but also the terrifying potential of his own gift. His compassion, his inherent kindness, battled with a growing awareness that sometimes, to save many, sacrifices must be made, sacrifices that would test the very limits of his morality and his control over his increasingly potent ability to bend the very fabric of gravity itself. This was what made him an honorary title of " Colour blessed ".