Extraordinary Minds: Road to Hell

Raidon Ishida

Name: Raidon Ishida
Age: 17
Ultimate: ??? (Actual Talent: Engineer)
Sexuality: Aero/Ace
Height: 6'3
Known Family Members: Unknown
Birthday: January 14th
Hobbies: Tinkering
Likes: Deep Stories
Dislikes: Blisfully Ignorant people

Raidon Ishida, is a man of mystery. A man of disturbing nature, who is compelled by the very ideology of toying with others for his own purposes. Be it to fulfill his own goals, or get answers. All is a mystery with him. Would you believe however, that someone as demented as him has on the side, a horrific backstory of loss and tragedy through and through?

It really all began due to the loss of his father when he was just a boy. 7 years old, and such a dreamer. Full of life, smiling all the time, so intrigued by inventions all around him. His father being his highest hero and the one who encouraged him to do his best.

However during a bring your kid to work day...While Raidon was doodling away in a notebook of his, a sudden scream came from around him and the sudden splatter of blood and Brain matter splashed onto him. His father was shoved into a Jet Engine that mysteriously turned on, and shredded his father into pieces.

This scarred him and had him sent to multiple psychologists, to reverse the damage such a trauma brought him. However, when he hit 9 years old...His mother asked him to come for a drive with her. A nice..drive to the lake.

A drive directly into the lake, where she locked the doors and drowned herself, and almost her own son. Her last words ringing "Please...Don't leave mommy too, baby."

Due to Raidon not having a single family member left besides his grandfather who lived in the mountains, it was his only source of shelter to stay. Much to his hatred, this was also the place he learned to work on multiple engineering projects, including helping create the very facility the first Killing Game took place. However...

It was also a place of hell itself. The very abuse Raidon endured from his grandfather for being too predictable with his speech patterns, with anything he did. This only had a toll on Raidons psyche, as he never realized the truth behind this facility.

This place was being made...for a greater purpose his grandfather was apart of. A purpose of resetting Humanity and beginning the world again. Humanitys. Last Hope. However, when the facility wasn't being worked on...Raidons grandfather would often be found watching static. Muttering very cryptic messages, about how broken the world has become.

Once his Grandfather died of a stroke one day. Raidon found himself...not caring. Why should he after all? After the horrific mistreatments..why?

As he quoted best in his own journal.

'Why, is it in times of death, people start screaming about they're so sorry. Why help someone in their time of death...when all that time they've given you nothing but hatred? All the love and kindness you give, and you just...get spat on. Watching them become so desperate and apologizing? One could chalk it up to...desperation. As a means to torture you more, or maybe change their ways? Death in cases like this is just...far too intriguing. I wonder...If in a time life or death is a decision I can make. How would that go?'

Through the countless nights of delving more into his own insanity, from making multiple creations for the perfect facility...Raidon found himself on the brink of multiple PTSD and countless other anxiety driven panic attacks, that only made his thoughts worsen. Even tearing into the walls with his own fingers, hearing the sounds of gears consistently clacking in his head. The countless questions, and one sticking out..

"No matter how much I scream...No matter how much I beg to be saved...Nobodys coming for me."

Until one day. A letter did. A letter to Extraordinary Minds Academy, and despite how Raidon had the mindset of all was worthless with this world...He decided to give it a chance at least.

However...Was Raidon going to turn a new leaf, or would he only further show the world just how insane he became from the isolated loneliness for so many years?