Stigmata

Marks.
Tattoos.
Brands.
...Stigmas.
Markings given by Birth, granting a Strand of a God's Power to the Individual.
Each Stigma a Brand of Power. Each with their own Abilities, Capabilities, and Possibilities.
Every Sentient or Potentially Sentient Creature is born with a Mark somewhere on the Outside of their Bodies...
...All except for One Particular Individual.
Kyle Grandon. ...Or rather, Nyle Secta Frenz, the Reincarnation of the Modern Man Kyle Grandon.
Born into a High Ranking Family, the fact he had no Stigma is... noteable, to say the least.
...But does he care? ...Not really.
...And it's not as though he is out of options...

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Author's Note : I don't have much of this Story written, so I'm gonna have to mostly wing it. :)
Also, before you read this, I will put a "Language Warning". I'm not really one to do the whole "Cursing" thing (I'm a Good Boy :] ) but this was one of the few that I "Experimented" with. Felt a bit weird doing it at first, but curse words tend to make a lot of things funny, so :P
Not to say that I don't like Curse Words. They're goddamn Hilarious at times. I just don't do it personally. Can't Stop Won't Stop. ...Except for writing them, of course. Maybe. We'll see. ._.
Anyways, if you don't like Cursing or the like, then... Don't Know, Tough Luck I guess. :L
(If enough people really want it, then I'll see about making a "Clean" version, but until then...)
Also, Original Creation :D Not a Fanfic this time.
Just like my last Story, tell me if I'm missing anything, like Tags and such. I didn't really know what to add. :I