-Felith Abandoned by his parents as a child for a reason that has been lost in the shadows, he grew up in a cold, dangerous place. With only one point of light to cling onto, who clinged back onto him. They grew up together, using each other to stay afloat amongst the refuse and rubble of the slums. They grew up like this, fighting for every scrap that would mean another day of life. With this, he grew up to lead with his fists, let his natural instincts take hold. And like this he survived until they got a ride off of the world, a pair of wings away from the dirt, shit, rubble, and crime. Only to be dumped upon another refuse pile, this time a mixing pot of all races. Once more he lead with his fists, his sister leading with her mind. While that he lacked, he made up for with gut instinct. His gut instinct brought him to a shelter with a mechanic. One old and wizen, still laboring away on the local machines. She took the two in, giving them food, shelter, and most importantly, lessons. Day after day he worked for her, ferrying tools, payments, letters. While his sister once more dived back into the nature they grew up in. He labored away, learning the tools of the trade of a mechanic. He had a knack for mechanisms, after learning the basics, one look at anything, and he'd start to take it apart, learning how it worked, and always remembering to the letter. This is how he continued to grow up, under the caring and tender hand of one that saw the light in him. But as money grew short, he started to join his sister once more, until tradgety struck. Robbery gone wrong, the pools of blood covered the floor as the blue and red lights flashed through the windows. The two fled the scene, the ghostly images of the muzzle flares of pistols, and bodies falling, haunted his mind for years to come. This is when the first cracks formed, minuscule, in his mental barrier. The thing that protects himself, started to break. Upon hearing the news, the mentor knew what had happened, and taught a final lesson to the young avian. Injustice, is what hurts the world the most. Justice may hurt, but it seals up the wounds inflicted. With this the two departed, the final lesson struck home, to begin to do their justice. Sellswords, guns for hire, they slowly climbed the ladder, slowly getting better and better. Only when tradgey struck again. Once more the image stuck in his mind, as he saw his sister torn to pieces by rabid florans, red armored hawks just watching, laughing, as their work provided entertainment. Rage and grief filled the new hollow in his mind, as his mind started to crack more, a patchwork now coating it. Fueled by this rage, he worked endlessly on jobs, finding whatever he can about those with red wings. Slowly but surely, he brought their reputation to the light, slowly bringing the fire to bear upon them. Until the day he had been waiting for arrived, using a stolen shuttle, he followed behind the main force as they beared down upon the nest of the red hawks. Fire streaked the sky as he boarded the station, one goal in mind: Revenge. He plowed through the station, until reaching the main C&C Room, only to encounter the leader. The red hawk stood there, the reason for his grief, his loss, his emptiness. The ensuing battle left both wounded. She, with an eye gone. He, with revenge unfulfilled. Taking the last ship, he ran. Ran to the frontier, away from the memories. Upon arrival, he found a rust heap, made of scrap. Both physically, and the scraps of hope. He put on a mask as he goes down, finding those there friendly, inviting, and he clings upon the first that proves to be nice. Trying to bring himself back together as the friendship formed. It grew as he made more and more friends, shielding himself from his scarring past as new memories were formed. New friends. New love. Only for the small, new layer, over his mind, to shatter, as a gut instinct plan goes wrong. The first friend he's made captured, because his recklessness. His fault she was hurt; his fault she's blind; his fault her dreams are ruined. His fault. His mind cracked, a spiderweb of cracks encompassing the remainder of the shield. Words and accusations bored down on him as he clung to the remainder of himself. The back of his mind, the image of a black and blue Hylotl. Always there. He cracked, and cracked, until another friend lent him a shoulder to lean on. Him once more on the recieving end of advice as he talked to the one he had inadvertently caused harm to. The cracks receded as she eased his mind, soothed the raw wound on his heart. But; it was still his fault. Cries of his fault still resonated through his mind; can't be trusted; incompetent. With this burden he lived as things continued on. The hylotl becoming close, as his first friend was, a hylotl and floran. Both slowly repairing the damage done to him through the harrowing years of his upbringing. Until more words were flown, striking at him. She was useless to Tetanus. 'Because of him'. She needs to go. 'Because of him'. As friend fought friend, his heart bled. Both wounded, they went their separate ways as the friend left, feeling useless, and hostilities. 'He should of noticed'. Then as tetanus was evacuated, a crater took its place. They moved amungst the rubble, rebuilding what once was, but none came back to reclaim their old home. Eventually he drifted off, seeking a new purpose, new area to set roots. He found it amungst those that were few in number, yet strong in spirit. And here she was, along with blood he didn't know he had. He joined the few, and the few put his internal fire into check. Only for tradejy once more to strike. Infested with a black blood parasite, the Hylotl called upon his help. Wishing him to kill her before it took control; before it hurt him. It lashed out, striking upon his body, and mind, as the flash of a muzzle barrel filled his vision. This image would stick with him for countless months to come, the blood splattering upon the ground, the pain in his shoulder, her stumbling back, only to stand upright, her blood flowing out of the wound. He ran, his mind once more under attack. Nearly broken, flakes falling off of the barrier. He ran back as the black blood stretched across his body, consuming his flesh and mind. For nights he layed sleepless, the parasite slowly degrading his mind as it threw nightmares over and over at him. In any blackness, he saw them. He saw her; saw him shooting her. The medication running through his veins only helped so long, but for now they did. Once more rested, and moved to a new fortress, a light in the darkness filled months appeared. They all went to the wedding, to celebrate love. And there more love was made, as they laughed and stared, he admitted his love for the Floran, and her back to him. Them finally joined eased his mind, his heart, and his soul. He had something to live for, something to cling onto, something to protect. After the drugs started failing, he turned to her for comfort, and found it. Scars started to crisscross his body as he stared death in the face day by day, something he had longed for so long ago, now his enemy. He met new family, new friends. Most others florans as well; such a hated race; yet played such a big part to him. Here he met another floran that would be close to him; filled with an internal fire and savagery, the two grew close as friends, until a nightmare filled week took place. Upon an abandoned planet, filled with living nightmares, he was broken. Nightmares clouded his vision as he lay, unable to help himself, his mind shattered by the horrors before him, only for him to be dragged back out by her, closer they grew as friends as his body was broken and twisted, death breathing down his neck, its bony fingers brushing against him, only for it to be dragged away as he was rushed to a med-center, they mended the broken bones and pierced flesh, yet they could not mend his broken mind. Half his body is cold, hard, unyielding metal. His face scarred, forgiving to only a few. He continued on, those closest to him florans, yet him a bird. And then the blood he didn't know he had was revealed, higher than him in rank, yet lower than him in experience, he had yet another person to protect, to aid, to live for. Until the guns he was using, turned upon himself. Bed ridden in a neighbor colony, those he had been working for turned their guns upon the men and women of the ODA 7114, bounties put on their heads, they were outcasts, wanted dead or alive. Into hiding they went, first jumping to the rust filled planet, before jumping to a jungle world, filled with life, and friends. But those on his ship thought otherwise, throwing verbal barrages at those helping them, the group was split, in the end, only him and his fiance remained. Him, his fiance, and his friends. The few of his friends that were left. Then cultures clashed, friend fought friend, and blood and tears filled the water; only to be mended with the sharing of a part of his broken and shattered past, and the wound sealed over, left scar-less, with the closest bonding possible. Through a patch of turmoil they were sent through, coming out battered yet whole, and then she found his logs, those that reveal what he is really like, how broken he is, his closest friend, attempting to help him. In the night the words poured out like rain as he told her everything, all of it. Her comfort eased the pain of the razor sharp memories, old wounds re-opened, and re-sealed, as he told her. And then a new chapter emerged, as a lone, young avian, who he had met previously, called for his aid as she herself was broken. Now he was not the comforted, but the comforter, as he attempted to ease her own broken heart, and mind. Himself the only thing standing for her, for her to cling onto. Tables turned, he must stand strong, not let himself break once more, for those around him, those he love, those he must protect... Feel free to make comments.
