Beginning:
I have never been a very social person but here I will tell you my story. I was born on a summer night to my parents Fior and Amor Orin. They were considered an odd couple but we didn't let that get to us. Me and my brother are twins but I am a few minutes earlier than he was so I have older brother rights I guess. My father Amor was considered to be a pure endermen well my Mother Fior was a Piglin. Not the usual couple you'd see but My father Amor worked hard for my Mothers family to accept him leading to us being born. Hi I'm Ace Ami Orin and I guess I'm an enderman/piglin hybrid, same goes for my brother Oran Orcid Orin yes that's really what they named him... real original. We lived in the nether mainly but father had to leave once in a while to go to what they called the over world. My mother trained my brother to become more like her and join the piglin tribe which he happily did because it was something he was interested in... me on the other hand, I didn't really like fighting and training was never something I enjoyed doing so my mother just stopped trying to get me to train. This didn't stop her from criticizing every little detail I did in life and punish me if I did something she thought was wrong. My Mother's punishment was harsh either isolation or my least favorite.. Cuts. My mother often took a small knife and well holding me down would make a cut along the back of my neck. This was because this was a spot my father wouldn't notice. My hair has always been on the longer side making the scars and cuts unnoticeable. My brother did his best to keep my mother distracted and off the sights of me and I love him for that. My father started spending more time with us when I turned 8. This was so fun to have someone who understood me and actually wanted to spend time with me, it also made it more difficult for my mother to scold me. This is because she never and I mean never did her punishments around my father, my mother always saw me as a failed project of a warrior. Well, my dad saw me as a son.
But with my father home it meant a higher possibility he would see the scars on my neck. I did try my best to hide them the best I could but during one of my lava baths he came to ask me a question, I didn't react fast enough. My Mother and father fought a lot after that, my mother also did not hide her punishments from my father anymore and it seemed to be more frequent as well. Mother began being extremely physical with my father. He would be bandaged up from their fights, whether it be bruises, scratches, cuts, he just took it. It hurt to see a man I looked up to look like that. In a way I felt his pain, the pain of having to hide it from the people you love... It hurts. My brother kept me company a lot due to the fighting he was training as much as any more. My father began hating being around my mother and gave her the silent treatment if they weren't fighting. My mother now blamed me for her marriage falling apart which was a whole new amount of anger to deal with. After a year my father had enough, he decided to start taking me on his trips, so that he could watch over me and I wouldn't have to deal with my mother. My brother cried knowing we were leaving but I think we both knew it was better this way. During every goodbye we would have really long hugs because we honestly didn't know the next time we would see each other, we are twins after all it's like losing another half to yourself. I really do love him and I'm glad his life won't be as bad as mine.... hopefully.
