Daeus Hellion

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History:
Daeus Hellion grew up on a small Clydesdale ranch in Meath, on the East side closest to Dublin. Born in October of 1971 Daeus grew up getting used to the bitter cold, working with his hands, and forcing things far larger than him to move as he wanted them to.

By the time he was 8 Daeus had learned a good amount about caring for the animals on the ranch, and his hands had toughened up well. He was used to the routine of rising early and working constantly through the day. His father taught him to read and write, and to do basic math, but Daeus never formally went to school.

In the winter of 1981-1982 temperatures reached a record low, and there was a bad blizzard. Daeus's mother ended up catching a bad case of pneumonia and died shortly there after. His father felt that Daeus wasn't pulling his weight well enough so he packed him on one of their very old stallions and sent him down to Galway, to his brothers home.

At his Uncles house Daeus was forced to go to school, and watched his beloved Clydesdale sold. He quickly found his boiling point, and he began saving what little money he could here and there. It took him until he was 14 to have enough money to get himself down to Essex, England. There he lived on the streets, learning deft of hand, and made friends with a few of the buskers and other criminals on the streets.

He got up enough to get one of the men to make him papers, saying he was 17 instead of his rightful age of 15. He got into the British Army, completed his training just before his "18th" birthday, and got shipped off to Berlin to guard the wall.

He watched the wall fall, and shortly there after got shipped back home. He had a short break, living in a shoddy London flat, not even getting a year off to himself before he was sent to Saudi Arabia.

He returned to England after Saudi Arabia, in the early 90's. He met a law translator named Anne, and the two lived together during the peace time he had. He attempted a real job, but failed miserably, and returned to active duty. They were happy together, and got engaged.

In 1999 he was called back into the front lines to go to Sierra Leone. He received a letter from Anne, saying that she was unable to be with a soldier who would go off to war. She sent with the letter the engagement ring he had gotten her.

He remained in Sierra Leone until 2002, when he was called to Afghanistan, which was suffering a big explosion of activity after September 11th. He remained there for a few years before moving to Iraq when it needed attention in late 2003/early 2004.

He finally got out of the British Army at the age of 35, in early 2007. He returned to England and found his entire life was in a storage unit set up by his ex-fiance. He decided he no longer wanted to deal with the British, so he saved up his money in order to get to America, living in the storage unit. He developed a medium case of PTSD as his time in Afghanistan and Iraq had thoroughly shell-shocked him. He moved to New York, and became a police officer thanks to his stellar war record.

However, the car crashes, shouting, and gunfire of his area of New York brought him back to being in the sand. He decided to go somewhere quiet, anyway from so many people and so many triggers and he moved down to South Carolina in early 2009.

He met a woman named Star and fell quite head over heels for her. He had done his best to make this one work. He was able to hold down the police officer job, and things seemed to be going perfectly fine. One day she disappeared and he found himself more lonely than ever.

He finally couldn't take the town they had both lived in and he moved yet again. He moved up one state, having liked South Carolina. He settled in North Carolina, in Charlotte. He kept his routines, his work, and resettled into his lonely manner of living. It didn't bother him, though. Most of his life he had been alone, and he could take good care of himself.


Personality:
Daeus is a strict man who likes his routines and his schedules. He is rather set in his military ways, being precise and focused on everything he does. He loves books. He adores his ability to read, as he had to teach a lot of it to himself, having never gotten a formal education.

He is loyal and protective. Loud sounds still make him jump, and sneaking up on him is a terrible idea. He sleeps with his gun and combat knife near by, and often has some form of a weapon on him, just in case.

He is alert, almost paranoid at times, and he dislikes loud things. He doesn't understand technology too well, and it often annoys him. He can cook enough to keep himself happy and maybe impress a woman or two. He fixes his own clothing, has no pictures in his house, and the only decoration on the walls are his medals from his time at war.

He has an accent that tells the story of where he grew up. His hands are worn from work, and he likes well fitting clothing. He generally only wears blacks, grays, and greens. He likes jeans and slacks, and hates sweats. He loves cable knit sweaters, and he takes his coffee black as night and bitter.

He doesn't drink much, but he does like a good Guinness, whisky, or scotch when time calls for it. He likes stairs because you can really hear when someone is coming for you. To this day he still treats his weapons, outfits, and bed like he did in the military.

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You want to go to Blue Chalk tonight? I'll wear my Number 2's. I know you like them.

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Getting ready for hopefully my last run alone. Going to see the dog that hopefully will be sleeping at the end of my bed by tonight. (Though he will probably sleep under the covers, knowing how much of a softy I am.)

Never considered owning a pet after losing my horse Xell'toth back when I was young, but I am really excited over him. And he has such a cute face.

Running into Annie again has been weird. And I, embarrassingly, drunk dialed her. Brought back a flood of memories that I was pretty sure I had long forgotten. But that's how it goes, aye?

Hoping the pup eases the loneliness I am feeling without Star, and seeing Annie around town. And I should probably work on getting over Star. I know she's never coming back. And I shouldn't hold onto the past. I should have learned with Annie that people leave, and generally they stay gone. At least Star told it to my face.

I hate that I think Annie is a coward for how she left. But at least she didn't run a second time, though it hasn't been very long. I'm walking on egg shells here, and I have no idea how to deal with seeing her again. Trying to take it calm and cool, but it's awkward.

Well, time for my run.

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