✧･ﾟ: * ( cis man / he/him / charlie vickers ) — greetings, [ LORAS MALAFRONTE ] of [ HILAK ]. when the doom hit, you were [ UNALTERED ]. now that the doom is over, you are [ THIRTY-ONE ] and working as [ OWNER OF A MASS PRODUCED PRESS ]. rumors have been whispered around court that you are [ INQUISITIVE ] and [ HOPEFUL ]
The water called to him, just as it had for centuries before. Often, he’d dream of it. Pulled out by the lulling rock of each wave, sinking into the crest in a storm. Loras wondered how far it’d take him as a child, as if his own circumstances as a fisherman’s son was holy- collecting whatever rewards the sea presented.
Born one of several, Loras was inquisitive. Studious. Nose burrowed into a book’s spine, devouring tales, verdicts, case studies. One of the youngest could be forgotten within a pool of children, and he was quite content with it, though he held his own with a sharp remark, a playful wit. Then, tragedy struck, and took his mother, father, siblings with it. Save his eldest, Arlo. The boy he’d follow waddling as a babe, doe-eyed and content.
The loss of their loved ones took a physical toll. Their livelihood, their father’s fishing boat, taken to pay for the funeral. Whatever scarce trinkets their mother cherished. Loras was left with a shell of a home, once whole and brimming. Arlo stepped up as a father figure, of sorts, working whatever jobs he could come across to provide- a fact constant, weighing on Loras’s mind as he aged old enough to earn wages, himself. All the while, consistently checking in on Arlo, ensuring he was remaining righteous in his endeavours- in Loras’s eyes, a descent to crime was a new level of tragedy, when trouble always comes with it.
Still, Loras dreamed of working towards a better world: one that served those of all systems. Eradicate those who sought to prey on the downtrodden. Though he wasn’t born of a noble, didn’t receive padded paths to influence, he was determined to establish himself as a valuable citizen. One day, he’d advise those in charge to enact true change. He took up a job as a city watchman, doing whatever deeds or tasks necessary to step his way up.
Then, the Doom hit. Loras felt entirely alone - attempting to reach his brother through letter, searching, but to no avail, though he’s not resigned to accepting his brother had passed, he fears it more than any creature lurking about. He’s gone to the castle, in search of learning. Finding answers, and enticing his curiosity to take fate into his own hands. Maybe even find a cure to this plague, this Doom. Amongst this tragedy, somehow everything came together. He was reunited with his sister, Lucia, who he believed perished. His aunt, Demelza. His brother, who he feared was lost to him. He fell deeply in love with a bright light, Thalia, with autumnal hair and a strength he could only try and emulate. With Thalia, he found a son. The Doom taught him so much was still worth fighting for, but also reinforced his fear of the Malafronte curse.
Before the battle, Loras found Arlo had brutally murdered their aunt, or so he believed. As soon as the battle was won, he resolved to keep his own growing family as safe as possible, away from harm. He wanted to make a change, inform the kingdom of the good still in it. Five years since the Doom struck, Loras has wed his love, become father to two bouncing children, created his own business intent to further propel newsworthy content to the masses. As a gleam of new opportunity stretches out before him, Loras ventures to this unknown land, ready to help enlighten however he can.
