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i am someone who did not die when i should have died

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Blood, Smoke and Ashes

Blood, smoke and ash filled the air as once pristine wood creaked and groaned, protesting the torture now threatening to send the ship to it’s doom in the depths of the sea. Water flowed unrestrained into the lower decks even as flames consumed the main mast, casting flickering shadows of those who still moved across the deck. The assassins had come as pirates, seeking to send a message… it had been received loud and clear. The response? They would never be prepared, not for what had been unleashed tonight.

One assassin had come dressed to match Braeden’s common attire, even with similar tattoos and appearance. They’d not expected him to reach the flagship in time, targeting his family. The children were safe, far from this place in the care of their uncles, no one would find them. Azanae had fallen, the assassins striking before his arrival upon the ship, her death would prove to be the snapping of the final straw. Braeden Sunstorm, his wife Azanae and their children Angeline and Thaellan would be dead, at least as far as the world knows. 

Kneeling beside the body of his wife, Braeden pressed a final kiss to cooling lips, jade eyes tightly closed against the sting of tears that would come, whether he wished them to or not. He rose slowly, fists gripped so tightly that he visibly shook before finally tearing his gaze from her. Bottles of the alcohol they’d been transporting had been broken, spreading the flammable liquid across the deck. A final glance was spared toward the captain’s quarters that had been their home for years, and then he nodded, accepting a torch from Vhaellin and tossing it into the whiskey.

Vhaellin and Drathan, the Soulfire twins, lingered nearby, having already ensured that the pirate vessel was being consumed by flames. “It’s time.” Braeden growled, the only response a nod from Vhaellin before a single message was sent over their comms. Each of the trio would disappear, vanishing from the deck of the sinking ship just before the mast came crashing down, shattering the burning deck beneath its weight.

They had wanted him out of retirement, to return to the life of a killer, in time they will learn the folly of this wish. Once the Spider of Ravenholdt, once a soldier of the Horde, and then a retired family man running a business… but now? Now he was a wraith, a vengeful shadow hunting those who had come for his family. The only way for his children to be truly safe is to finish it, to bury everyone who’d been involved in the attack. They are all dead, they just don’t know it yet.

Within two days the deaths of Lord Sunstorm and his family at sea would be reported, messages sent to any friends and allies by House Soulfire as Vhaellin took over running the shipping business. Sunstorm Manor, in Eastern Eversong Woods would seem abandoned, no lights, no life and no activity.

Would anything remain of the man who was Braeden Sunstorm once his promise was fulfilled? Would he succumb to rage and revenge, losing himself to the darkness simmering within him? Braeden had no answers to these questions. Tonight he was reborn, the family man left behind as the killer within was baptized in blood, smoke and ashes.

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Character Summary: Braeden

I will bold what does apply and italicize what might apply under the right circumstances for multiple choice fields.

Name: Braeden Sunstorm

Alias/Nicknames: Brae

Gender: Male

Age: 145

Abilities/Talents: Agility, Stealth, Close Quarters Combat, Perception, Tracking, Finance

Alignment: lawful / neutral / chaotic / good / neutral / evil / true

Sins: envy / greed / gluttony / lust / pride / sloth / wrath

Virtues: charity / chastity / diligence / humility / justice / kindness / patience

Languages: Common, Thalassian, Orcish

Family: Emmeleine (daughter), Thaellan (son), Daeron (cousin), Taer’ithiel (cousin)

Friends: Vhaellin Soulfire

Sexuality: heterosexual / bisexual / pansexual / homosexual / demisexual / asexual / unsure / other

Relationship Status: single / partnered / married / widowed / open relationship / divorced / not ready for dating / it’s complicated

Libido: sex god / very high / high / average / low / very low / non-existent

Build: slender / average / athletic / muscular / curvy / other

Hair: white / blonde / brunette / red / black

Eyes: brown / blue / gray / green / black / other Indigo Skin: pale / fair / olive / light brown / brown / dark / other

Height: 6′3″

Scars: between the shoulder blades where a tattoo was flayed from his flesh, faded scarring and burns along the left side from broken ribs and being caught in the explosion of an iron star, slash marks across the left forearm, cut scar along the left cheek from just outside of the left eye to the jawline.

dogs or cats || birds or bugs || snakes or spiders || coffee or tea || ice cream or cake || fruits or vegetables || sandwich or soup || magic or melee || sword dagger or bow || summer or winter || spring or autumn || past or future

A few songs that remind you of them:

Puscifer - The Humbling River

Disturbed - The Vengeful One

Linkin Park - In the End 

Linkin Park - Numb 

Skillet - Save Me