SIR_NoNChalant

He hasn't had the best life, in fact, some would argue that his life couldn't have been worse, but there's still hope, even for a nihilist. As when an expedition to colonize the moon quickly turns into a disaster, he is swallowed whole by an anomaly and spat out somewhere completely different.
Here one can conjure flames with words and summon thunderclouds with a shout, but it's not all fantasia and ecstasy. The world seemed peaceful enough, but as he learns more and more. He realizes everything he sees is a facade, and what's truly underneath is a civilization built on blood and war. In fact, the whole world is in a state of war. 
Then to top it all off, solidifying that he has truly jumped out of the frying pan and into the furnace, Ragnarök is fast approaching, and there's no certainty that he'll survive, that anyone will survive.

EFFORIA WORLD AT WAR

I was going to die, or so he said. The necklace was imbued with styngian stones, they had very rear properties, and among them was cursing. To curse though, it required contact with the spirit. As such, it fed off the spirit in an unstable state. If the volume of spirit fell below a certain point, one would enter a coma. This was due to the connection between the spirt and the body. Whilst losing the soul meant death, losing the spirit meant losing your autonomy. I would become a vegetable. It would feed off my spirit until I entered a comatose sate. It didn't want me to die though, it would wait for my spirit to regenerate, but only enough to feed off of it. I understood what Jack had said about it having a personality. As to some extent, to the knowledge of no one, it was alive.


Unreconcilable Change