Long ago in areas across the seas and across the span of time there once lived a man..
This man was hated by all. Ridiculed, taunted, tormented, beaten, spit on, and was banished from many areas simply for who he was and the things he lived for. Even those who were closest to him didn't understand what he was doing and one of his closest friends eventually turned on him and led him to the people who would kill him.
He was tortured, beaten, bruised and denied all human privaleges after he was imprisioned. He was considered less than human. Less than existant. All this hate, all this grief and unlove until they finally put him to death in the most horrible fassion known to man at that time. They beat him so bad you couldn't even tell the figure on the deathbed was human, because his body was so mangled and bloody. His death was so violent that the skies turned pitch black and the earth shook to the point buildings were split apart.
They sealed his body in a cave and was so hated and feared that they put guards in front of the tomb.
However...
The story goes that three days later this man rose from the dead...
And that his spirit still exists to this day...
And that he enters the bodies of those who believe in his story...
This possession gives them unnatural and unhuman powers. Powers to revive the dead, to heal wounds, even to speak to beings on the other side of existance...