Alexander Clemonte

The rare born, a rank 3 with glowing violet eyes that pierced through darkness, was no stranger to hardship. Their life had been marked by betrayal from the very beginning, when their own parents—fearful of what they had birthed—turned them in upon discovering the truth. From that moment forward, the system had ensured they knew nothing but oppression, forcing them into camps alongside others like them, all branded as dangerous by a society that refused to understand them. The architect of their suffering was a powerful and merciless politician, a man who built his empire on hatred and injustice. Through his influence, rare borns were demonized, herded like cattle, stripped of their freedoms, and imprisoned in camps where hope was a distant memory. Yet, despite sharing his blood, Alexander Clemonte, the politician’s son, was nothing like his father. Alexander had grown to loathe politics and everything his father stood for, keeping himself far removed from the monstrous actions carried out in his family’s name. When a new politician rose up, determined to bring justice and freedom to the rare borns, the oppressed began to see a glimmer of hope. For many, the chains of captivity were broken, and they were allowed to step into the light once more. But for this particular rare born, freedom was not in the cards. Instead of being released, they were plucked from the camp and delivered into the household of the very man whose family had orchestrated their suffering. Alexander Clemonte hadn’t known. He hadn’t realized that the "gift" his father spoke of was not a trinket or a meaningless favor, but a person—a rare born, stripped of their powers, delivered into his home like an object. The suppressants placed upon them dulled their abilities to a distant hum, leaving them feeling suffocated and powerless. The rare born lived as a shadow within Alexander's household, weighed down by the memories of what had been stolen from them and the irony of their situation.