Minuvas spent most of his childhood thinking he was insane. Often before he would go to bed, he would hear voices - and as a young child he struggled with questions that his parents could not answer. It was not long before the constant Priestly visits encouraged a rumor-mill amongst his local community, claiming the child to be cursed or born with the intent of Dark Gods.
His parents struggled with this, the other villagers scorning them and specifically the father - who was left out of most local decision making. Soon the family found itself and its mad child uninvited from festivals, and former friends speaking of burning their home to the ground.
While the young boy was out playing with his dog, he had a strange sensation. He could hear sounds he never heard before, he felt as if fur itself had grown on him, and smell had become acute. He could see his own self through the eyes of the dog, and had somehow dominated this creatures mind. But this was no normal boy, he was indeed sick. Minuvas felt the exhilaration of making the dog run at command, and the dog seemed to enjoy engaging in its natural behavior.
What had happened next is a gruesome thing, the dog lept into the small lake near the boy's home, submerging itself under-water. Immediately a new sensation crept into the boy's mind, resistance...uncomfortable now the will-power of the dog fought back ...struggling...struggling...it would do anything to emerge its body from the water...and then..silence. Minuvas felt in control of his own surroundings again, and his Parents watched from a window as a canine body floated in the lake.
Later that night Minuvas awoke to a sharp voice in his head "It is time we end this" and within moments, his father and mother were upon him in his room. His mother was holding him down, as his father removed a serrated blade "This is for your own good, boy..." he said.
Swelled with tears, the boy began to panick and suddenly the father froze, as if overcome by fear. The boys eyes were now a pale white, and he lunged at his wife and pinned her to the floor.
She flailed wildly, "What are you doing...stop!"
"I...I cannot...please oh ...forgive me....I...I cannot" his hand then raised with the knife above his wifes body, looking to struggle with an invisible hand holding him back "No boy...no...just..stop please, don't no...no!"...slow at first and then quickly it was pressed into her chest, and life escaped her body.
The man, now crying himself but unable to speak anymore turned the dagger on himself. Minuvas was left alone in the room, crying to himself now. He fled the next morning, not quite understanding this curse or gift.
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Years later, as a young man Minuvas had repressed most of his ability. Only later coming to feel it was a gift, he had only recently been able to manipulate the minds of small mammals.
He had intensely studied psychology and the mind since then, finding cheap thrills in being able to convince others to do what he wanted them to do (Though, still unable to actually overcome and dominate anyone's mind and willpower).
An scholastically lacking approach has left Minuvas with little way to train his ability, often hoping a strong gaze and deep thought will overcome a humanoid. It has not.
New changes in alliances, friendships and a way of looking at the world has given way to this journal, and the notes of herein of this feat of Mentalism, and Psionics.