Write a story involving the past (and current) names of the above user.

[Northern Sage]

For example:

Nothing went out on the lawn one day and saw nothing noteworthy. No one was bothered by this though.

 

Can be of any length and totally independent on the number of name changes.

 

Go.

[Ren✧]

A man trudged out of the vicious mountain path, wearing nothing but a loin cloth. It was unknown where he had come from or who he was. He was known simply as Northern. Northern happened upon a small village, the village inn keeper taking him in and clothing him. The strange man seemed to show some affinity for the mystic arts and as such was taken to the local shaman. After doing a brief reading on the man, the shaman declared him to have great magical potential. It was then that he was dubbed Sage of Dreams. 

 

The Sage of Dreams traveled the world, searching for a way to strengthen his magic. He traveled for many years before coming upon a strange woman who told him of a dragon hidden away in the depths of a crystallized forest. The dragon was said to hold the knowledge of the origin of magic. Steadying his nerves, the Sage of Dreams went to find the Clear Vice Dragon. After many days of traveling through the diamond forest, the Sage of Dreams came upon the dragon he had been searching for. A battle ensued, leaving the Sage of Dreams tired and bloodied. Taking pity on the magician, the dragon granted him one wish. He wished for magical power beyond anything the world had ever known. The dragon warned that it came with consequences, but the sage did not care. Touching the man's brow with its claw, the dragon granted his wish. The Sage of Dreams became the Dragon Sage.

 

The Dragon Sage had gotten everything he wanted and more. He was more powerful than any magician, able to strike down an entire army with a wave of his hands. Even the dragons of the land feared him. But the consequences that came with the power were dire. The sage was granted immortality. He would live forever and at first it seemed to be another blessing, but he slowly watched his friends and loved ones die as he did not age. The second curse came in full force a few centuries later. The impact of using such powerful magic reached the sage, causing him to feel as if he was burning from the inside. A fit of rage the sage leveled an entire city. He became known as the god ∂materasu and the people worshipped him in fear and for a time their prayers and offerings quenched the fire that burned within the sage.

 

As time passed, his followers disappeared and the fire ignited once again. In a fit of desperation the god reached for help, calling upon the Norse god Thor. He asked Thor to beg his father for a cure. Thor did as asked, but in return wished to take some of the gods power. Readily agreeing the god gave up his divine power in order to stave off the pain. He became known as Tama the Chibi Sage, a mere shadow of his former self...but the pain was gone. The second curse had been lifted. Yet the double edged sword of immortality hung over his head.

 

Tama had not learned his lesson and continued to meddle in magic, wishing the power he once held but without the accursed pain. After many years of searching for the power, Tama still had not made any further progress and as such began to drink. When New Years came along he was a regular party fiend, his dream of becoming a god long since gone. That night he got drunker than he had ever been before. He woke up the next morning naked in the city fountain. He came to the realization that this was not who he was. After doing time for public nudity he once again began his quest for power. 

 

He met the immortal owl known as Hootcake, saying to possess a food that belonged to the gods. It was rumored that should a human consume it, if they did not burn to ashes they would be granted the powers of a god. Tama killed the immortal owl and stole the food. He snacked upon the Ambrosia and for a time was happy. He became a god, stronger than he had ever been. But as the centuries waned away, his memory began to fade and he slowly lost all idea of who he was. He ran out of ambrosia and once again was just a man. Falling from his seat above the clouds he crashed into a mountainside, the cycle doomed to repeat again. 

[Aix]

Is it super-long story time?

 

It has been so long since the Renegade last doffed his hood. A scar, a shadowed past, kept his face in the darkness. It was repentance, it was his redemption. The hood sealed away --along with his face-- his glory, his fame, his legacy and he swore that he would keep it sealed away for the rest of his days. He would deny himself the greatness he had so rightfully attained, for in his mind, he had already lost everything. What was the point of it all? Who cared for fame? Wealth? What mattered of the man the Renegade used to be? That man was dead and gone and what remained was simply a hollow shell, too guilt-ridden to simply die. He must atone, even though, he knew, it was nigh an impossible task.

 

To be continued...