CHAMPION, santiago vidal

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one day, he will have to sit his daughter down, and tell her of her birthright - ashes, duty, harming hands.

he is born of an infertile land, beneath bruised skies and a trembling mother, the youngest son. he is forged in soot and hunger.

he is still a child when he and his brothers leave, stowing away to the heart of the empire, boys with jutting ribs, loss and anger tucked in the space between. beneath the army's avail, santiago grows to tower over them. santiago grows out of fight and into battle.

she is a witch, there is something electric and divine - magic, in her fingertips, tangled in his hair. "my champion", she says, breathes against his neck, whispers into his mouth. ("my champion," she spits, twisting her wrist from his grip.)

one day, he will have to sit his daughter down and tell her that there is no glory, only three days in the desert and a heavy corpse, only sand still stained in his blood, rolling across the desert.

he is not afraid, in the cacophony, in a whirlwind of sand, with his skin hanging by strings, with blood in his eyes and the shrieks in his ears. santiago does what must be done, guts the bird like he would stray fowl and rabbits.

he is very afraid the first time he holds life. she is a poppyseed in his palm, she is possibility, she is all the things he's never been, she is hope and warmth and light, she is born of bruised thighs and the red eyes but goddess she is beautiful and he is afraid to touch her.

his afraid of the cloud in her eyes. he is afraid of destiny and he is afraid of the palaces of shara.

he is afraid, one day, he will have to lay dirt on his daughter's grave. because all she wants is to be like her father. because she cannot be her father. because all he knows to do is survive.



well-experienced in combat, santiago is ruthless and practical - he's never cared much for technique, he fights with instinct, and his instinct is to survive and to destroy. he has slain his monster, the griffon, and he's adapted for it. his abilities are simple - he is stronger than he looks. he is faster than he looks, he is powerful and enduring.

[attr="class","appname"]SANTIAGO VIDAL

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AGE: 32
SEX: MALE
RACE: HUMAN
HOMELAND: SHUL
CONTRACT: Y