You were Nate, a 17 year old boy who was fairly skinny, and about as bland as possible. "Nate the Nobody" was what they called you. Those who knew you barely knew more than your name and race. You were fine, though. You weren't exactly a people person anyways. Of course, you wished you were knows for something more than being nobody.
You were walking down a relatively empty street on your way home from a terrible day at school. You missed your bus to school, was tricked by Ryan, the school bully, and was sent to the office for forgetting to change clothes from yesterday. Overall, pretty shitty day. Maybe tomorrow would be better, but that's unlikely, given your status. At least nothing else bad could go bad.
As soon as that guy ran face first into you, you knew that was a lie.
The guy that had run into you looked luke some kind of Asian, but was extremely fat. He was probably some kind of sumo wrestler, dressed in a huge hoodie and sweatpants. "OW, what the heck?" You yelled at the guy. He started to apologize in some foreign language, definitely some Asian language. He pointed to your forehead, and made a round gesture to you. Was he calling you fat? He better not be, or you'd knock him out. "Listen, dude, I'm late, so whatever you're saying really isn't important." You walked away, the guy still shouting about something in foreign tongues.
In about an hour, you made it home to your small apartment. You lived here on your own, ever since your mom died, and your sisters refused to take you in. You were technically old enough to live alone, and you had a highly paying job, so you could live on your own easily. It's just the loneliness that gets to you all the time.
In any case, you had to go buy some food. Preferably, you'd go to a restaurant, but you had to go grocery shopping because you still can't afford fast food every day. That's a good thing, because if you could, you'd probably blow up like a ballooto
On your way to the local supermarket, you heard a shrill cry in the distance, "HELP!" Normally, this wouldn't be of much consequence to you, but something today was different. That cry for help set off some primal instinct of heroism. You bolted off to help them.
In a dark alley, you saw an old lady being mugged by a gruff man, who would easily topple you if you get him angry. However, you were compelled to go after the towering figure anyhow. You ran into a tackle on his side, pushing him away from the lady. The man regained himself, and tackled you head on, but by some miracle, you held out against the brute, actually pushing him back. He pulled out a knife and tried to stab you, but he narrowly missed, and you pinned the arm to his side. With some unbeknownst magical strength, you lifted the easily 230 lb man over your head and back into the ground. He darted off out of the alley, but the cops were there and caught him.
"Oh, thank you kind sir. I never would have beaten him on my own." The lady said, tearing up. "How can I ever thank you?" You, still glowing from the endorphin rush, simply say, "Oh, that's not necessary. I'm just happy to help." Then you walked off to the supermarket, unaware that the curse of Sumotoya had already taken effect in you.