Applications Of Force: The Cobalt King

I'm not good with the whole... Love... thing. I mean it's not like I don't know it when I see it, or when I feel it. I just... let's say I have trouble with it. It's not that I'm repressed or anything—point of fact is that I'd get in a lot less trouble if I was repressed and insular. But the sad truth of the matter is that I experience emotions on a very grand scale.

Restraint

I learned very early on in life that showing and allowing myself to be ruled by my emotions was going to get me hurt and hurt bad. So I taught myself restraint. Discipline and restraint. Now, try to imagine a guy who always wears a poker face, every word and action weighed and analyzed to be sure that nothing was revealed. A blank man, totally inscrutable, and, therefore, totally unpredictable as this blank man is ruled by emotions and a temperament that could only be described as mercurial. That's me—basically, when I'm with people other than my own. Good enough for a rough portrait anyway.

I scare people.

Politicians and authority figures (in certain circles) talk about me in hushed tones for fear of garnering my attention. They tell stories about me like I was some sort of bogeyman. The stories started the third time I totally lost my temper. I said and did some things to certain people to whom I probably shouldn't have said or done those sort of things to. However, despite all the doubt and worry that I realized, several days later, I should've been feeling, there were no immediate repercussions other than the whole bogeyman thing. Something about my demeanor while I was so incensed convinced those certain people that I was both quite sincere in what I said and quite capable of carrying out what I promised. Apparently, I'm a scary kind of guy. Something about being terribly implacable. Go figure.

This is a story of my youth. I'm not sure when I'll get bored with the nostalgia and stop writing, but I'll certainly carry you through my first few years. I always wanted to see what was so fascinating about speaking of one's self in the third person, so I'll indulge myself from time to time. Bear with me. A king must have his eccentricities after all.