Character Analysis ; Fender
a/n: Fender is a great operator. His newest skin for season 2 battle pass is AMAZING. a beautiful specimen tbh. but I hope this is a good read for some. (@lee-by-thy-side looking at you bestie) gonna throw a soft warning for the fact there is an angsty ending.
“Fender” Takacs. First name unknown, however something tells me that his first name could be Ferdinand (Thank you Lee), Viktor, or Andre. Born to an American CIA operative, and Hungarian woman, ‘Fender’ never knew who his father was. The more he grew, the more his mother would tell him about the stories of who she knew him to be, causing ‘Fender’ to aspire to be as strong as he was.
Fender loved his family history, the cultural side of things. Embracing his heritage, he often dressed in the clothing and would participate in the dances during the many festivals his home would host. His mother was an embroiderer, and growing up he adored every intricate detail she gave to each item. So much so, he asked her to draw up a design she wanted to do, and got it tattooed on his shoulder onto chest, left side, to hold his mother close to his heart when he would then travel due to his Military commitment.
When his mother received word of his position on the 1st Explosion Ordnance Disposal Regiment, she grew worried for her son, taking a small piece of cloth and embroidering their family crest upon it, before mailing it off. She continuously worried, hoping he would receive the carefully crafted gift, until one day she received a letter in the mail from her son, a thank you letter for the gift, accompanied with his own drawing of his mother’s favorite flower; Tulips.
Often times, she would mention how he had features that resembled his father, only for him to become a little sad due to never knowing who he really was. He often heard his mother cry in the middle of the night when he’d wake up, only to feel really bad. Sometimes he thought his appearance upset her; reminding her of the man who was taken too soon, never able to meet his son. Thought that because he resembled him so much, that he would follow the same fate as his late father.
“Fender, you look very handsome. Just like your father.” Her dainty and worked hands reach to caress her son’s cheeks, him leaning into her hands with such adoration.
“Anya*, I’m sorry I took after him. I know it must hurt.” His voice cracked a touch, his own hands cupping hers before bring them to be held in her lap. (Anya = Mother)
Unfortunately, due to his mother’s family history, and age, she grew very ill and sadly passed away before Fender could return home. With this, he found a letter she never sent out, the final sentence saying, “Szeretlek*, my Fender. Szeretnélek újra látni.*” (Szeretlek = I Love You; Szeretnélek újra látni = I’d like to see you again.) He started to tear up, adopting the small nickname she had always called him as he grew. He was definitely a Momma’s Boy. He always was there for her when she needed someone, being her ‘Defender/Protector’.
He always loved the name. No matter how much everyone made fun of it.
He was her little Fender. Her One and Only.