Veritas Memoriae

Name: Veritas Echelies Memoriae/Romano 

Age: O L D 

Relationship: Widow 

Pronouns: He/Him

Sexuality: Bisexual 

Height: 6’8

Appearance: Veritas is an imposing figure on the first glace. Large and muscular, even his mismatched clothing lent to his unhinged and imposing figure. However, as he speaks in his fast southern tone, all worries of him being a threat tend to melt away. The man has a smile that could melt the hearts of women and make men jealous. Bright blue eyes, messy brown hair, and a round, somewhat chubby face give him the feeling of a fatherly figure. But if he's mad? It is like that menacing figure had never left.

Personality: Veritas is a mess of a human. His emotions were never consistent in the slightest, and very few things could keep him grounded. Now that most of those had left and died he is hardly anything but a mess. While he tries to keep a friendly, helpful face for everyone he meets. It will quickly spiral into emotions of grief, mania, and anger. What he always keeps, however is desire. He wants to be around people, he wants to have his kids back, and he wants HER back.

BIO: The world gave him something to keep him alive. The world wept as he was born, for they knew their gift would bring him only pain. The Father gave him purpose. The Father smiled as his son screamed, for he knew purpose would bring him only pain.

He was without happiness, without hope, and without love. His heart had become shriveled and dark, something to be disregarded. He had worried that all he would ever have was the violence of purpose to soothe him. He was blessed by chance; a life of misfortune brought him a single moment of grace and happiness that would give him true hope for his life. A woman of ginger hair and love who had touched his heart for just the briefest moment. In that single moment, he had experienced happiness and hope in a cocktail of emotions that sealed his fate. One much happier than the one he was initially given.

He married her not a year after they had first met. Triplets came first, and a giant house came from years of dirty money, but he didn't care about the past of that money. They had a home and kids; two more came. He wasn't the best father ever; he could be harsh, could be loud. But he loved each and every person in that house. He had watched all five of his kids grow into adults, each one going through a life he was never given a chance to have. But he wasn't jealous; how could he be? He was happy for them; he was happy to have a wife who loved him as much as he loved her. He knew she was aging, and he knew that he wasn't. But he was happy knowing that they both had some time left. Right?

The kids were gone now, each one an adult now, each one happy on their own stories. 

Veritas woke up one mornings, plans ready, a smile on his lips, and more than all. Excited to spend the day with his wife. But Cassida did not wake up with him, or ever again. 

Ability: 

Veritas must live . He does not grasp what this means, he hardly recognizes that this was a blessing. But he sees it as a curse. Many look to immortality with rose tinted glasses, as the ending to a life long pursuit. But Veritas has lived a life of immortality and agelessness. What was once a blessing given to him by the world, is a curse which will never leave a sad and lonely man.

Skills:
FIGHTIN
Animal Wrangling
Knows so many languages
Anatomy
Is the best little league baseball coach

Weaknesses:
Gets mad really fast
Gets too over zealous about nearly everything
Fucker causes a lot of fights
Easily convinced to do stupid dares
No impulse control

Likes: 

• Fighting
• Hunting
• Cooking
• Quality Time
• Being bare foot 
• Camping 

• Sitting still
• Smoking
• Contracts
• Vinegar 
• Shoes