Bucky
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Buchanan
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There was a time when he wasn’t even sure about who he was. Now, Buchanan has been coming into his own once more. Aspects of his personality that had been notably absent have begun to return. His stubborn nature, and a dry sense of humor have started to help patch what had previously been broken. However there is much of him that has changed since his younger years. Where he had been more carefree - grinning, and making flirty comments - there is a now a more somber, serious nature. He thinks before he acts, cautious about prodding at boundaries.
What hasn’t changed is his loyalty. The surface trust he gives to companions or acquaintances is shallow at best. It’s the deeper loyalty that is hard won, but nearly unshakable when achieved. Buchanan holds those rare few dear and near. He would move mountains for them if he could.
Unfortunately he holds a great hesitancy in forming these kinds of bonds. Until recently his mind was his own worst enemy. Though the broken mess has begun to mend, there are still moments when he questions himself. He knows who he is, and what he’s done. Regret is a heavy burden upon his shoulders that he bears. Buchanan has known violence, torture, and what it feels like to have his free will stripped away. He’s looked allies in the face and witnessed the shine of betrayal.
Because of this he has grown to be something of a pacifist. He loathes the violence in his life but his firm set of morals would never allow him to turn a blind eye. If he’s able to he would prefer to avoid ever having to take a life again.
Lastly the boy loves deeply and fully. In his youth he had favored shallow relationships - often attempting to woo whatever young mare caught his eye. He thought he could settle for this, for a life of simply being ‘just fine’. Though in the years past this has simply become another thing he’s decided to tuck away. It takes time for him to even fathom the idea of attraction. Physical relations are another matter altogether, but when emotions are involved he’s slow to open himself up.
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Who he was - who he was meant to be - was taken from him the moment he fell. In a matter of seconds he watched as everything he knew - loved - slipped away. He was expecting death. Hitting the cliff face as he went, he collided against river with such an impact that death should have been immediate. He survived, somehow. Delirious with pain, and struggling to keep afloat with a mangled forelimb, he fought the current and managed to find solid ground. He didn’t know how long he laid there - gasping, aching, and so damn sure this frigid place would be his grave.
At some point between consciousness and death there was a hazy recollection of being dragged.
His body was carefully mended. Meticulously stitched together enough so his wounds wouldn't hinder him. However his benefactors did not save him out of the kindness of their hearts. It was far too late when he realized their intentions. Everything that made him Buchanan was stripped from him through torture and meticulous mind control sorceries. He was stripped of his identity and remade into a monster of their creation.
He tried to hold onto his memories - the color of his mother’s mane, the sound of his father laugh, the mischievous antics of a younger sister, and above all else Liam. He tried to hold onto the brilliant chestnut, those blue eyes, and the smile that made his heart flutter. He didn’t want to let go - pleading to the gods that if he could keep anything it would be him. Just him.
But in time those memories were taken from him too.
From then on he was little more than a machine. An assassin deployed on the field to reap the lives he was commanded to take. Former allies and friends alike were now victims. High ranking officials were brought down. He was a tool - maintained and kept for the mere whims of his benefactors. This went on for a number of years. They kept a strong grip upon his mind but eventually there was a flicker of recognition somewhere.
A flash of chestnut and blue eyes sent him reeling into instability. He grew erratic, much to the displeasure of those trying to control him. Despite their best efforts, a quiet mantra broke through to him - I knew him, I knew him, I loved him. Though he didn’t quite understand why at the time, he fought to break free. It was no easy feat. His mind was not his own - and hadn’t been for at least half a decade by this point. Yet he managed. By sheer force of will and an incomplete memory he managed to break free. Unfortunately all he had was a fuzzy name, and a few tidbits of who he had once been.
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