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To be honest, Technoblade knows he isn't an orphan. Although he had been adopted by the Minecraft family when he was just a wee boy, he remembers being carried out of a broken blackstone building full of debris and rubble. He remembers other piglins attacking him and his current family. He remembers the floral scent of the clothes he was pressed on. The smokey smell of his surroundings and a warm embrace lulling him to sleep.
It took him a lot of courage to ask his father what had happened. Why his skin was home to trauma and uneven discoloration from untreated burns and injury. It took a couple years to overcome his fear to ask his mother why he didn't look like his brothers or why he spoke weirdly and why he had sharp tusks.
Technoblade's scars ache sometimes. On rainy days, he shakes almost unnoticeably. It's a habit he just can't shake off. It's something he doesn't even mind about now.
As a child, Technoblade was pretty well-behaved. Not counting the times he broke items or made trouble. He's explored almost every inch of the palace and has made countless harmless enemies. The times his parents stumble upon him covered in dirt would be too many to count.
Technoblade likes rolling in the grass underneath a tree shade with his mother reading to him. He likes training with his brothers. Be it with a violin or saber. He likes reading with his father in the library, asking question after question to fulfill his curiosity. He likes anything gold a lot and he's a bit of a kleptomaniac when it comes the shiny stuff. So much so that the palace had to change most of the decorations to emerald instead. He thinks it wasn't much of a problem, I mean the palace looks better in green anyways.
Technoblade spends most of his time in the gardens or in the study nowadays. His older brother was a hard-headed stubborn man. That guy preferred to pursue the musical arts instead and helped minimally in paperwork. His younger brother was too much of a energy bank to be able to be in one place. He would burst within a minute if he had to go in a 'stuffy' room.
He doesn't mind it. He finds the paperwork calming, sometimes infuriating with the corrupt merchants or violence that sometimes that he reads. He dedicates his time to helping the kingdom grow and prosper. He has made countless allies with the neighboring lands and connected trading routes with other towns.
His most famous achievements were in the battlefield however. He has made a name for himself in the wars he had to fight. The Blood God, they whisper. His title has been in the mouths of people, more often in hatred and fear than reverence and awe.
He slaughters the undead with no hesitation. His robes were frequently stained in blue blood and armor damaged by the arrows lodged in it. He is the core of every battle he is in. He is the mind of the soldiers as he leads them to another victory.
He is Technoblade, 2nd Prince of the Antarctic Empire, Leader of The Syndicate, and Blood God.