Captain Wertzch

Setting: The world is inhabited by two types of people. People who can use magic and people who can't. The people who are unable to use magic are constantly discriminated against and oppressed. It all became even worse once a pair of non magic users fought back against authority, inadvertently causing war and chaos throughout the world. I'm walking through some rubble of a destroyed city. Fire burns brightly around me and the sounds of fighting and planes above are loud. I notice a group of "people" huddling around a fire for warmth and shelter from the bloodshed. I grimace and raise a hand to the sky. "With thy holy righteous power, I burn thee to hell!" I chant loudly before a big blast of blue fire shoots from my hands and at the people. "Hmph. Simpletons." I giggle and walk away.