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Hi. 👀 aouh
- Born in Dead Rock
- 39 y/o [November 3rd]
- 219cm
- Minotaur/human
- Male [DMAB]
- G a y
- Mercenary [Guardian]
- Born in a family of lumberjacks who travelled across the sea to bring back wood to Dead Rock, has a very elegant handwriting, had to cut half of his right horn (when he was a kid, he got stuck into a tree because it was his first time on another land than his home and when he forced himself free, it broke), loves to pin down, breaks tables in half when mad/upset/frustrated, eats watermelons/melons/pinapples just like regular apples, kinda cocky and very proud of himself when being hit on, dirty gay jokes, slap that ass, his lower jaw is his weakpoint (softens when touched here-... or hardens depending on da mood. 👀), he’s a biter, moody drunk,
+ Diligent, sweet, attentionate, honest, brave, loyal, kind-hearted, fair
~ Teasing, overprotecting, idealistic
- Somewhat crude, pretty reckless, impulsive, so ungraceful
//!\\TW : Abusive parent, domestic violence//!\\
PAST
- His father, a drunkard and an asshole, used to beat up his mother and him, whenever he was mad and they were at home
- One day, his mother couldn't even get up from the ground after a beating and 9y/o Val' came to protect her -> he only got beat up too later on until his father fell asleep on the couch, leaving his son and wife unconscious on the ground
- As time went on, Val grew stronger and more useful to his father when he brought him along to fetch the wood, but the beating never stopped once. His mother became to slowly lose her sanity as her son, getting older, looked more and more like his father. When he reached 16y/o, he once again tried to protect her mother from his father, who tried to force his way into the poor woman and that was the first time he got to beat up his father, out of anger. That was the first time he showed signs of a Berseker's ability. The man, after taking back the advantages on his son, left the house, furious. Wounded Val tried to get up and help out his crying mother, still on the ground as she saw everything. But the only reaction he got was a scream of warning from his mother. She told him to go away, to disappear, not to ever come back, how much she hated him, and so on. He still tried to help her up and comfort her, despite the awful things being shouted to him, but then she slapped him, for the very first time. She's always been a loving and caring mother, always apologizing after a beat up, but now- everything had changed.
- So he stayed still here, protecting her mother who kept on cursing at him everyday. He did all he could to keep his father away from the house, but after 2 weeks with very little to eat and drink, he couldn't do anything anymore. The teen almost beat up to death, watched, helpless, as his father abused, once again, of his mother.
- The next day he woke up in a bed, surrounded by people he didn't know. He panicked, as he didn't recognize his home and asked for his mother, calling out to her. His whole body was covered in bandages, and sore. The healers, all around him, calmed him down enough and finally answered his questions. He'd been brought to the hospital after his father had forced his wife to come alongside him to work as she was in a disastrous state. She fainted and he started beating her up for the first time before everyone else's eyes in his madness and eventually, the Officers came to save the poor woman's life. So she was now under intensive care. And his father had been arrested. He asked to see his mother and, once his wish had been granted, he cried over his unconscious mother for a long while.
- When he was able to get out of the hospital, he then asked to see his father. Once again, his wish had been granted and he looked at the man, who was sitting against the far end of the jail. Loath, in his young eyes, he clenched his fists around the bars of the cell and only spat on the crazy and pitiful man before leaving.
- And this, is how he started to live on his own. This is how he began to seek for a better life. At the age of 17, he did all he could to gain money and make himself useful so he could pay for his mother's treatment.
- At 20 y/o he stopped replacing his father as a lumberjack and started to train at the barrack to become an Officer. He still did small jobs on the side to help him pay everything he and his recovering mother needed, but never visited her once. He was to afraid to do it... and as time went by... he, indeed, started to look a lot like his father, who was still in jail.
- 26 y/o and he became officialy an officer. He got his diploma from the barrack and, all proud and re-built as a person, the young man dared, for the first time, to go to the hospital and asked to see his mother. Ten years had passed since he last saw her... and vice versa. His brand new badge on his uniform, he knocked carefully on the door before entering the room. The woman turned to face his son and- smiled at him. He came closer then, relieved and- oh so moved to see her mother's smile for the first time in decades. He sat on the chair, next to her and as he was tearing up, smiled in return and took her hand in his own, shaking. "... mother it's me... it's Valdimarr... I came back... I... I wanted to show you how-" But then... she started to scream and cry, wiggling herself free from the hands of her son. He panicked, afraid he might have done something wrong- then everything came back as what it was. The insults, the hate, the fear. As the medics came running into the room, trying to handle the poor woman, they forced the son out of the room and asked him what happened. He wouldn't talk. He couldn't. So he left, tears unable to be poured again, as he broke down, little by little, with each step he took, out of the buildings. He could still hear his mother's screams from the outside... then it went quiet. And he ran away.
- He left the barrack, as soon as he'd been integrated as an officer and moved away from the Rocks, with the little money he had left for himself. From then, he started his life as a mercenary. He didn't want anything anymore. He didn't need it anyway. A family ? Friends ? Love ? What for ?
- Broken, he spent his time working and drinking... until he realized, once again, how much he reminded himself of his father. A broken mirror later, as he reached 30 y/o, he tried to get a grip on himself. No. He didn't want to be like him. He didn't want to end up like him. He would never allow such a thing to happen. Never. Ever. And so he did his best to act like anyone else. He opened up to the people around him... but not too much, as to not expose his weakness. He experienced things for the first time... the joy and happiness to spend some time, drinking moderatly and eating with friend in a tavern, the satisfaction to help other people out, other people who needed help, just like he did, when he was younger... the feeling of being loved... and to love in return... then the feeling of getting his heart broken... once again, but then again... he hadn't quite been able to fix himself up since the last time he'd been broken down. But he didn't try anything like this afterwards. So he kept on living. He kept on tasting life, and took everything good it could offer him, as for the bad things, but that didn't have so much impact on him.
- A year later... he received a letter informing him that... his mother had passed away. His only reply was to ask if they could burn the body and send him the ashes. When he had them in his hands... he cried again, for the first time in years. He went to Coddwig, and seeked the forest he's been brought to for the first time, as a child. He recognized the tree he had fallen down from... where his mother had kissed him better until he stopped crying from the pain of a cracking horn. He dug into the ground, between two roots and placed the urn into the hole, before covering it back with dirt.
- He returned to his everyday life... and a year later... he learnt about his father's escape from jail.
- And as much as he tried to fight the murderous thoughts forcing their way in into his head... he started to chase after him, looking for every clue and information he could gather, during his mission...
- 38 y/o... he still hasn't found out where his father was hidden... but he's still searching. And behind that smile and his sweet personality... hides a troubled man, seeking revenge and justice. But this time, he'll be the judge of the affair.
- One day, his mother couldn't even get up from the ground after a beating and 9y/o Val' came to protect her -> he only got beat up too later on until his father fell asleep on the couch, leaving his son and wife unconscious on the ground
- As time went on, Val grew stronger and more useful to his father when he brought him along to fetch the wood, but the beating never stopped once. His mother became to slowly lose her sanity as her son, getting older, looked more and more like his father. When he reached 16y/o, he once again tried to protect her mother from his father, who tried to force his way into the poor woman and that was the first time he got to beat up his father, out of anger. That was the first time he showed signs of a Berseker's ability. The man, after taking back the advantages on his son, left the house, furious. Wounded Val tried to get up and help out his crying mother, still on the ground as she saw everything. But the only reaction he got was a scream of warning from his mother. She told him to go away, to disappear, not to ever come back, how much she hated him, and so on. He still tried to help her up and comfort her, despite the awful things being shouted to him, but then she slapped him, for the very first time. She's always been a loving and caring mother, always apologizing after a beat up, but now- everything had changed.
- So he stayed still here, protecting her mother who kept on cursing at him everyday. He did all he could to keep his father away from the house, but after 2 weeks with very little to eat and drink, he couldn't do anything anymore. The teen almost beat up to death, watched, helpless, as his father abused, once again, of his mother.
- The next day he woke up in a bed, surrounded by people he didn't know. He panicked, as he didn't recognize his home and asked for his mother, calling out to her. His whole body was covered in bandages, and sore. The healers, all around him, calmed him down enough and finally answered his questions. He'd been brought to the hospital after his father had forced his wife to come alongside him to work as she was in a disastrous state. She fainted and he started beating her up for the first time before everyone else's eyes in his madness and eventually, the Officers came to save the poor woman's life. So she was now under intensive care. And his father had been arrested. He asked to see his mother and, once his wish had been granted, he cried over his unconscious mother for a long while.
- When he was able to get out of the hospital, he then asked to see his father. Once again, his wish had been granted and he looked at the man, who was sitting against the far end of the jail. Loath, in his young eyes, he clenched his fists around the bars of the cell and only spat on the crazy and pitiful man before leaving.
- And this, is how he started to live on his own. This is how he began to seek for a better life. At the age of 17, he did all he could to gain money and make himself useful so he could pay for his mother's treatment.
- At 20 y/o he stopped replacing his father as a lumberjack and started to train at the barrack to become an Officer. He still did small jobs on the side to help him pay everything he and his recovering mother needed, but never visited her once. He was to afraid to do it... and as time went by... he, indeed, started to look a lot like his father, who was still in jail.
- 26 y/o and he became officialy an officer. He got his diploma from the barrack and, all proud and re-built as a person, the young man dared, for the first time, to go to the hospital and asked to see his mother. Ten years had passed since he last saw her... and vice versa. His brand new badge on his uniform, he knocked carefully on the door before entering the room. The woman turned to face his son and- smiled at him. He came closer then, relieved and- oh so moved to see her mother's smile for the first time in decades. He sat on the chair, next to her and as he was tearing up, smiled in return and took her hand in his own, shaking. "... mother it's me... it's Valdimarr... I came back... I... I wanted to show you how-" But then... she started to scream and cry, wiggling herself free from the hands of her son. He panicked, afraid he might have done something wrong- then everything came back as what it was. The insults, the hate, the fear. As the medics came running into the room, trying to handle the poor woman, they forced the son out of the room and asked him what happened. He wouldn't talk. He couldn't. So he left, tears unable to be poured again, as he broke down, little by little, with each step he took, out of the buildings. He could still hear his mother's screams from the outside... then it went quiet. And he ran away.
- He left the barrack, as soon as he'd been integrated as an officer and moved away from the Rocks, with the little money he had left for himself. From then, he started his life as a mercenary. He didn't want anything anymore. He didn't need it anyway. A family ? Friends ? Love ? What for ?
- Broken, he spent his time working and drinking... until he realized, once again, how much he reminded himself of his father. A broken mirror later, as he reached 30 y/o, he tried to get a grip on himself. No. He didn't want to be like him. He didn't want to end up like him. He would never allow such a thing to happen. Never. Ever. And so he did his best to act like anyone else. He opened up to the people around him... but not too much, as to not expose his weakness. He experienced things for the first time... the joy and happiness to spend some time, drinking moderatly and eating with friend in a tavern, the satisfaction to help other people out, other people who needed help, just like he did, when he was younger... the feeling of being loved... and to love in return... then the feeling of getting his heart broken... once again, but then again... he hadn't quite been able to fix himself up since the last time he'd been broken down. But he didn't try anything like this afterwards. So he kept on living. He kept on tasting life, and took everything good it could offer him, as for the bad things, but that didn't have so much impact on him.
- A year later... he received a letter informing him that... his mother had passed away. His only reply was to ask if they could burn the body and send him the ashes. When he had them in his hands... he cried again, for the first time in years. He went to Coddwig, and seeked the forest he's been brought to for the first time, as a child. He recognized the tree he had fallen down from... where his mother had kissed him better until he stopped crying from the pain of a cracking horn. He dug into the ground, between two roots and placed the urn into the hole, before covering it back with dirt.
- He returned to his everyday life... and a year later... he learnt about his father's escape from jail.
- And as much as he tried to fight the murderous thoughts forcing their way in into his head... he started to chase after him, looking for every clue and information he could gather, during his mission...
- 38 y/o... he still hasn't found out where his father was hidden... but he's still searching. And behind that smile and his sweet personality... hides a troubled man, seeking revenge and justice. But this time, he'll be the judge of the affair.
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