Haley
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( about )
In a rebuilding kingdom, a young man struggles to find his own way of living as he heals with the world around him. The past is long over, and the future is his to take. As part of the army previously opposing them and the one with the highest kill count, however, it won't be an easy path.
Perhaps, while relearning what it means to feel something other than the fire blazing beneath his skin once again, he'll learn that there are other places to be called 'home' too.
Confidence
Charisma
Smarts
Kindness
likes
- Good weather
- Knowledge
- Ria
dislikes
- Fire
- Inadequacy
- Being cornered
( trivia )
- Birthday: June 21, the summer solstice! The exact opposite of Halcyon's birthday. Ironically, he hates summer the most.
- Design Notes: Often has a very neutral expression, though he doesn't necessarily smile very little either. Half-red half-yellow eyes, expression almost always somewhat angry-looking. Faint freckles, tanned skin. Wields a (war) scythe in battle. Prefers clothing that provides ease of movement and covers his skin. Lots of scars, though rarely seen.
- Name: 'Haley' means hayfield. Alternate spelling 'Halley' means army ruler or commander, associated with a clearing in the woods. In general, his name is supposed to convey warmth, strength, grace and groundedness, symbolising the land and earth.
- Personality: True Neutral, ISTP
He doesn't speak much as long as he doesn't trust the other person, though he's pleasant to talk to and can feign a nice front. He would rather use actions instead of words and as a result tends to not engage in too much casual conversation. He can be cooperative if needed, trying his best at everything he can't do regardless of ability. It is second habit for him to try and fix mistakes as soon as possible.
He is kind, and kinder still. Beneath those shattered fronts lies a boy who wants nothing more to be normal, yearns and yearns for naught but to care and be cared for. Extras:Based a little off Atropos, one of the three fates! atropos is frequently represented by a cutting instrument or sundial, and it does fit him a lot.
Sundial-wisdom, the passing of time, inevitable, fate; the shortness of life he wants so badly to prolong, as much as he can, even if he's still most resemblent of fate of the three main characters Cutting instrument- works with precision, though it is so precise he's bound to get hurt in the process, whether he likes it or not His scythe is actually a callback to his time in the fields, along with the more obvious grim reaper symbolism! He's smart enough to adapt it, so it can switch between a normal scythe and an actual viable weapon with a simple mechanism. Likes poetry a lot :)( !!! )
( history )
i. past
He doesn't quite know where he came from, honestly. Before the village took him in, all he remembered were stones rubbing his soles raw as he ran as far as he possibly could.
It was peaceful back then, in that quaint little village by the fields. On one day, he'd help sprinkle seeds onto the field; on what felt like the next, he'd be harvesting those very same crops. It wasn't much, but it was home. Home. For what little he remembered, the place he fled left only hollowness in his chest. Irecel, the landlocked kingdom of the north, was well known for its lack of necessities, including clean water sources; it seemed like the rumoured curse was now beginning to spread eastwards towards them. The only well in the village had dried up and they all knew the inevitable was coming, crops wilting like a plucked flower. The man arrived just as the young child's head was beginning to spin, a miracle descending upon them with an offer: in return for enough water to survive with the crops, he would take Haley with him back to Irecel. One child for the survival of so many others. Much objection was made. The energetic, carefree child had grown on them, whether he was a local or not. Haley himself had no idea what was going on, just that all the commotion was making his head spin so much more. His home would be okay if he went? One moment, he'd taken the man's hand; in the next they were both gone.· • -- ٠ ✤ ٠ -- • ·
With Elowen
The man, Elowen, taught him many, many things. How to write, how to fight, how to survive and so much more. Still no older than eleven, he trained until his body hurt and then practiced until it no longer did. Each day, he wondered how the others back in the village were doing. The bread he consumed: was it made from the wheat back home? He'd awoken in his quarters that fateful day only to have a weapon, a proper one, shoved into his hands with naught but an objective. No more nice words, no more pleasantries. He knew it was coming, anyway, but he imagined blood on the blade and dropped the weapon with shaking hands. An immediate failure, Elowen had told him with lightless eyes and thinly-veiled fury. The night of that very same day, blood seeped into guilt-carved hands. None of it was his. That very same night, he learnt what the cloth by his waist, never to be taken out, truly meant.War
With the neglection of a key trading deal between Irecel and Hampton for water and supplies, Elowen had no choice to step up as negotiator. To the present day, he still wondered if Elowen had the right to choose war: to cut the strings of countless futures for countless people. If not him, then who? As long as he delayed, more lives would be lost.
Why? Why did it have to turn out this way, why wasn't there a better choice, was there a better choice, was there? The questions in his heart threatened to burn him whole until he could find an answer that never was, another death amidst the thousands. He lost fairly, a conclusion deserved. Everyone loses in war. Elowen was dead, along with the him of the past. It will be over soon. Amidst the broken remains of the village he once resided, he was tired. So, so tired. Amidst the debris, he finds a young girl.ii. present
he moves to hampton. tries to make a new life for himself. helps out with the war's aftermath. deals with his feelings. learns how children work. learns how children don't work. fights a little. drinks a little. has very meaningful conversations with people. convinces someone not to leave. gets letters under his door. learns to fish with another someone. learns to live. gets tackled by a child.
Uh. mabye someday i'll write this
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iii. future
TBC, still working on it
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( relations )
halcyon
friend
Once, they were on the opposite ends of the table as negotiators. After Haley moves to Hampton, they find themselves helping each other out in times of need. Their friendship is...Well, they're working on it. Either way, Haley's a good sparring partner.
Starkly contrasting personalities. Their dynamic could probably pass them off as siblings. They might have been, once.
Ria
child-sister-stranger
Imagine Ria, half-asleep, asking Haley to read her a bedtime story. Haley, not quite understanding the point, choosing a random book from his small library that probably isn’t interesting to children at all and starts reading it out loud like he does when he’s alone. Ria falls asleep on him, smiling. Because it’s this little gesture of doing something for her when typically she doesn’t ask for anything much at all.
So then she just does it again and again and Haley picks up on everything but the fact that she isn’t interested in such books at all, just him and his voice. Then, slowly, she enjoys such books because it’s linked to him and she loves him so much even though she would never admit it.
Their subtle love is the sound of pages flipping. That's their relationship.
Elowen
"father"
It was so much easier to paint someone as the villain when even they themself do so. What defines the boundary between good and bad? How much was he ever loved? Elowen was a closed door to him, locked with the key tossed in an act of desperation to places unknown. So many questions, so many left unanswered.
Sometimes, selfishly, he wishes he wasn't the one singled out. Perhaps he wouldn't have had so much hope for a better life then, such transient feelings drained out with all else.
It was so much simpler to ignore the good when the bad was right in front of him. Who else gave him that hope in the first place, that enduring will before perishing? Them, of course. Always them. Oh, how he hated it. Oh, how he yearned.
[ about ]
In some other universe, he would have been raised quite differently, but not this one. In this anomalous syndicate, he’s simply another member striving for a common goal. Nothing more, nothing less. A child stumbles upon him, an oddity in an equally quaint place.
Such are the ways of cause and effect. Now, faced with improbabilities and revelations, he has to discover what he truly stands for.
Happiness
Empathy
Intelligence
Independence
likes
- The outside.
- Truths.
- Cold drinks.
- Relentless hope.
dislikes
- Elowen, probably.
- Conflict.
- Leaking pipes.
- Losing.
Despite it all, he doesn’t feel anything other than emptiness: a void in his chest that was supposed to be loathing, a whole repository left for the absence of something more. The moment, quiet as it dies down, concludes empty-handed and tight-lipped.
[ Misc. ]
- Doesn’t know how to use chopsticks.
- Hates sweets in general, does like sweet foods.
- Doesn’t like cutting his hair because it throws him off.
- His hair’s just frizzy from the high humidity of the city.
- His favourite flower is the dandelion. Both the weed and the flower.
- Smells like petrichor and acasia, just because.
- Surprisingly, even if people know Elowen, most of them don’t know him.
Mannerisms (physical)
- Doesn’t smile, ever.
- Often seems like he’s judging you but not particularly true.
- Used to crack his knuckles for fun, now does it out of habit.
- Hand-combing when stressed, tugs at his scarf.
- Rests weight on his right leg when in casual situations.
- Avoids skin-to-skin touch besides his hands.
- Rebraids his hair when bored.
Mannerisms (conversational)
- Generally action oriented rather than speaking.
- Consistently soft, gentle tone when calm, minimal to not expressive at all with a lilt.
- Sounds sick and tired of everything half the time.
- Can sound overly assertive at times.
[ design notes ]
- scarf is bulletproof
- prefers weighted weapons
- mostly hand-me-downs/whatever Elowen happens to give him/whatever people want to share
- scarf worn always, catch him without it and he’s probably not doing very well
- hides his insignia
- sock on left leg is actually a compression sock
[ history ]
i. past
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[ relations ]
Elowen
father-stranger
He wanted a lot of things in his life, but perhaps most of all was his attention. He’s capable, independent, everything that should have been close to ideal, and it still wasn’t enough. When Elowen looks at him, his gaze either passes right through or doesn’t land on him at all. Sometimes, he misses when he could still pretend not to notice, pretend the both of them were doing well.
Had he done something wrong? No matter how he tried, he could never seem to rival whatever this feeling was, push the anger inside him down. He calls him “Father” because he so desperately wants to believe; the word feels foreign and heavy on his lips.
Caius
guardian
Deep down, he knew he would always have made the decision to take him in, even as dangerous as it was. He’s scared. They’re both scared, so he grasps onto remnants of hope for the sake of both of them.
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Verrill
situationship
He hides it well, but Haley knows enough about false fronts and half-truths. For Verrill’s sake, however, he acts as though he doesn’t see it, continuing on as per usual. Despite hardly being able to bear the other’s antics, it’s a nice breath of fresh air to have some life in a cramped environment like their base. Home, to him, was whatever made it so.
Twelve
friend
He looks up to them even as their senior, unable to understand how one person could possibly view the world in such ways. He cares a lot more about them than he’d like to admit, showing his appreciation through actions rather than words. It’s the thought that counts, after all — he thinks they would agree.
