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Deatre Elian

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Darkmatter Irion
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Age: 3 years, 2 months, 2 weeks

Born: March 7th, 2010

Adopted: 3 years, 2 months, 2 weeks ago

Adopted: March 7th, 2010

Statistics

Level: 16
Strength: 30
Defense: 21
Speed: 10
Health: 13
HP: 13/13
Intelligence: 49
Books Read: 49
Food Eaten: 0
Job: Unemployed

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About

My name is Deatre Elian.
I was born a twin, sadly my other half did not make it into this world, but nonetheless, I strove to make my parents proud.
As I grew up, however, I realized my mother and father weren't your typical 'family.'
My father was obsessed with his work and my mother was somewhat of an alcoholic and baking enthusiast.
Each in their own world.
It became clear that I would be mostly on my own, and these were my thoughts since the day I realized I was able to actually think.

Just because I wouldn't be praised didn't mean I didn't have to do poorly in school.
Like my parents I became obsessed in something, which was getting good grades in school. Sadly, this meant that I had no time for freinds.

I was 7 years old the first time I was beat up for being a nerd. I thought, 'I have to be stronger so I don't get beat up again.'
So I joined gym class and weight lifting as extra curricular activities as soon as they were available to me, which was in high school.

I completed everything that needed to be done, so I had a lot of free time in high school since I didn't have to take many classes.
I spent much time with the athletic groups and the physical education staff, which is where I met 'Sarg.' He was a vetran who had become a teacher for gym class.

He easily became my father figure, and the stories he would tell me, all the praising he gave me. He wanted me to join the military.
He said I had a good head on my shoulders, and that I was strong.
(Sarg only knew this because he'd broken up plenty of my high school brawls with other people who tried to pick a fight with me.)

When I graduated high school the next decision was easy. Join the military.

I excelled in camp and was given somewhat of a promotion, which I took.
I was made to train rookies, but I quit after the first week. It was more of a headache and I just didn't want the responsibility.

My life turned around when we were given a USO show.
I met a beautiful singer named Vaniel, and it was meant to be. That's all.

I didn't know much about love, but Vaniel was patient...she taught me everything I needed to know.
With her, life seemed effortless...
I asked her to marry me the first night I saw her at that show. I'll never forget her smile when she said "Yes."

I was 19 years old and only one and a half years into the army. I was a fool to think I could stay with her long.
She accepted everything I was though, even the army part of me.
There came a time when she sent me a letter saying she was pregnant, she gave me every proof the child was mine..
It's not like I needed proof though. I trusted her completely, and even if he wasn't mine, I'd love him the same way. He is a part of her after all. And yes, the child was a boy.

A day before I was to arrive home, she went into labor and she died giving birth to my son. Glenn.

She hadn't told me there were complications. With her health.
She wanted to have this kid. Even if it killed her. All of this made it clear to me...
I raised Glenn to the best of my ability, and when it was time for me to leave, I would drop him off at a child care facility for people like me who were in the military, and for kids like Glenn, who didn't have anyone to look after him.
Granparents? No... We were on bad terms. My family and I...and also with Vaniel's family. They didn't support us and the kind of love we had that was long distance and lonely.

The years rolled by like a never ending rain. Sometimes those drops would turn to silver and pierce through us like a bullet.
Glenn was smart...like me. Lonely. Like I was...
I didn't want this for him...I didn't want him to leave my arms. We suffered through this, hiding in the trenches of our unspoken war.
He wouldn't tell me he wanted a mom. He wouldn't tell me kids at school made fun of him for not having one, or even having me being so far away. They'd say I abandoned him. They would say he was a boy kid.
Glenn didn't tell me he didn't have friends...
Glenn didn't tell me a lot of things...

Before I knew it we were caught up in a hail of gunshots.
I didn't know if I would make it.
Glenn wouldn't have a father. He'd be an orphan. I'd be damned if that would happen.

It was hours before reinforcements came. I had cleared a small hospital and helped out however I could.
Washing up at the river, I met a nurse by the name of Jeen who helped me out a lot.
I don't know what to tell you.
But even though he was a man, we had cliqued suddenly.
We grew to become good friends, and then lovers...

I brought Jeen home to Glenn...
We were both nervous.
Glenn started off really rocky about it, but he grew to like Jeen, especially with a chocolatey bribe.
Life was beautiful after that.
We were a family...
Until that is, a woman came knocking on the door to say she was pregnant, with Jeen's kid.
I wasn't heartbroken about it.
Surprisingly so, I accepted it. However, it did not mean that I accepted that woman.
She was such a pain and so dramatic. Always angry. Always pointing fingers.
When Jeen's kid, Dalek, was born though. It was like our family grew too.
Jeen and Dalek were with us very often.
Dalek seemed to really like Glenn, and Glenn seemed to like him too, but not at first. It took some time.
I had two brats...and someone who loved me and was with me at all times, even if I was in the army. Jeen was there too.

We found ourselves in war again.
Our breathes came out like fog, and the air went in like knives.
It had been a peaceful day, but we were suddenly attacked, and we were all running off to the front lines.
People were falling left and right. Tainting the snow with red.
We were out there nearly to dusk. Fighting to protect the people in the camp at our backs. Fighting to survive from the people shooting at us from our fronts.

Desperation.

I saw Yuuto, my commander of over five years fall down a distance away from me.
The gunfire from the enemy lines was subsiding. We were successful in fighting back.

I need to live. Was all I could think of.
It was Glenn's birthday today. I haven't mailed him his gift and card.
Jeen is waiting.
Glenn and Dalek are waiting.

I knelt down beside the commander who always had a goofy grin on his face.
It wasn't there anymore...
I remembered all the drinks we had together. All the stories he told me.
He had a kid too...

I stood up quickly and aimed my rifle at an enemy trying to retreat nearby.
He'd come out of nowhere from the trees in the forest not too far off.
But I was at the wrong place at the wrong time.
More of them had come running out, and there was definitely the sound of gunshots from them...they were facing me.
The ground seemed to come up and hit me from behind.
I was looking up at gray skies now.
A deafening sound...snow flying up everywhere.
I'm pretty sure it was a grenade...
There was a lot of pain. It came so suddenly.
It was hard to breathe.

Glenn...
Da..lek...
Jee--...

And then...I was dead.

Happy birthday, kiddo...

...I'm sorry.

Deatre has been killed in action in defending his homeland on the 30th of May, 1981.
He sustained shrapnel damage and was shot numerous times in the chest.
It is believed he died instantly.
His body now lies in the Army Memorial Cemetery as of the 31st of May, 1981.

Additional Info

Age: 29
Gender: Male
Height: 6'2"
Voice: Broken Wings - Alter Bridge
Preference: Only two people he cares for are Jeen and his deceased wife. There are no others in his eyes.
Occupation: Soldier
Personality: Hardened, but warm at times. Jeen and Glenn bring out his soft side a LOT.
Likes: Jeen, Glenn, home, a comfortable bed, warmth, family, food.
Dislikes: The army, being away from Glenn and Jeen, being away from home, pain, crowded places, loud noises, bad dreams.
Other: Has no wings. At some point, he loses his right eye and covers it with either bandages or an eye patch

~Relations~

Lover: Jeen Alois
Mother: Deceased
Father: Deceased
Siblings: --
Children: Glenn
Friends: --
Others: Vaniel (Deceased wife); General Isaac Iason; Commander Yuuto Kaze