Soulbreed (cover photo is only a temp)

Kit Siam (SC 8)

A bird swoops overhead on a mid-summer day, it flies under a sign which states clearly and in bold letters "Siam Village" the bird lands on the shoulder of man wearing a black combat gi and has pure white eyes without pupils, he looks down to see a mother named Mary Siam and her, currently only son, Kit Siam. Mary swings a punch towards her son who in turn catches it in his palm and clenches his fist around hers. A small tsk coming from the young boys mouth as his lips turn into a smirk, he strikes out towards his mother with an open palmed jab to which she catches it, gripping it in her hand as they now stand on a stalemate with only their feet to use. "nearly a thousand years old and you can't predict where this is going huh?" the soft-spoken Mary Siam says as she quickly headbutts her son on the face which in turn forces him to lose his grip, she then saw an opening to lay multiple punches on him which knocks the wind out of him. On the ground the young male sits with his head in his hand, his mother holding up two fingers in a peace sign. "Never give in, never surrender, hold to your visions and shoot for the top." She says and then turning around and walking back to the main house of Siam Village. Kit sits there for a while and sighs thinking to himself "i can't even beat a pregnant woman, how will i ever learn to use my soul energy?" He says, but not being the type to throw himself a pity party Kit walks back inside with a small sigh.  As he walks into the house of the Siam main family, Kit Siam goes to his large room. Inside he peers at himself in a full length mirror, his malice black hair is unkempt as his mother stopped brushing his ass length hair at the age of five. His black combat gi was dirty from falling down but already began to clean itself up using his passive soul energy. He looked himself in the eyes and his pure white, pupilless eyes stared back at him as the twin images peered into each other's souls. Kit then puts a hand up to his cheek, his training had made his snow-white skin sweat.  He then lets out another sigh as he flops down on his bed and pulls out his favorite story titled "Kitashi, god of death" and began to read..but at that moment another male peered threw his window.