Daiko

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Daiko

AMAB, he/him
246'3, 225 lbs

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A simple writer trying to make his way through the world all while dealing with.. issues.

TW: Gang Activity, Gun Violence, S*icidal ThoughtsHe grew up in a typical nuclear family. Father, mother, and a sister.Everything was normal for the first few years of his life, but unbeknownst to him and his mother and sister, his father and uncle were in the crime business together. It's why he was well off in his childhood and even more so in his adult years.Then one day, when he was about 14, his uncle came rushing into his house, gun in hand, shouting for the family to hide.Not even a few seconds later, gunfire shot out through the house, breaking the windows and leaving holes everywhere. Unfortunately for the boy, one of them had managed to hit him and he fell unconcious.He woke up weeks later with a splitting headache and in a hospital bed. He felt a pain in his side. He felt hungry. Thirsty. And a strong need to go to the bathroom..It took a few weeks for him to recover as well as a few weeks of physical therapy, but he made a full recovery.. nearly.His mental health took a crap, resulting in him hiding in his room, only coming out for the essentials, and even then, it'd take hours for him to get up and do anything. He was in a really bad spot.. for a long time.Until his mother had a second child.A baby girl. His sister, Belle.. she made him realize that life wasn't as bad as it seemed. He started going out more, seeing more of his friends, the outside world, and just being happy in general.Though, like most things, it wouldn't last.His mother had fallen ill, becoming bedridden. He and his father did their best to try and take care of her, though with his father being busy with.. work, Daiko was usually the one taking care of her.Eventually, she had lost her strength and subsequently her battle with the illness. She had passed while holding her childrens hands, peacefully moving on to the next stage in life.Of course he was sad. But he had to be strong for his sister. She was only four when it happened. She barely had an understanding of what was going on. So he felt as if it was his responsibility to take care of her and raise her.There was one other emotion he was feeling during all of this.And it was anger.He was angry that his father, with his near infinite resources at his disposal, couldn't do anything to help his wife. His childrens mother. He was angry that his father, her husband, wasn't even there in her dying moments.And so he disappeared.His father had left the city, leaving his only children to fend for themselves.And it would've been the case had it not been for the uncle.While his uncle never directly talked to his nephew and niece, he helped them through the shadows. Paying their bills, putting them through school, taking care of their.. problems.It was like the father they never had.And so he continued on. Going through any challenge that was in his way. School. Bullies. Life. All while taking care of his baby sister.Life was going good. He had a stable life. A good job, good friends, and he even was starting to talk to a girl.Though, like most of his life, it wouldn't last.His sister had fallen ill as well and suffered the same fate as their mother.He was left all alone once more, uncle still in the shadows, father still god knows where. He was just.. tired of it all. He wanted everything to end.He cut off contact once more. This time staying like this for years to come. He hardly spoke at school, rarely went outside, barely ate. There was nothing and no one that could save him. Not this time.Months had gone by. Years, even.Being the bored adult he was, he began to do whatever he could to cope. He picked up a pencil and just started.. writing. He wrote whatever. It didn't matter what. His thoughts, his ideas, his experiences. Eventually, stacks upon stacks of papers filled his mess of a room.Seems he had found a new hobby to help cope. And he enjoyed it.Thousands upon thousands of words written on hundreds of pages.He began to take care of himself again. Going on walks, eating properly, even trying to somewhat interact with people. It felt.. nice. It was nice. He had even bought himself a kitten who he named after his late mother.All those years of solitude, a shell that had been formed around him, started to break. He was becoming happier and happier. Though he wasn't truly happy. Not without his family. There will forever be a hole in his heart that could probably never be filled or repaired, so all he does now is move on and try to better himself.Can you help him?

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Uhh. WIP.2000+ years old, 7'4, immortality via natural causes. Kratos build. Even more depressed. usually carries an axe. can summon a giant warhammer double his size.blessed by a god of strength which grants him his powers. must perform a ritual every 10+ years which keeps him in his prime, otherwise he starts aging like normal.unable to die via old age, sickness, any other natural causes, has slight regeneration capabilties but it's not too powerful.

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