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[VASS .]

Living to prove yourself and find that you're lacking. Living ostracized for it, for being born something you couldn't change. Never knowing the feeling of home but craving it: knowing freedom like a caged pacing tiger. Vaas grew up in ways that many shouldn't. Matriarchal society made him lesser than most, and his inability to provide sparks or... some other effect of power made him lesser than dirt. Yet he was praised, worshiped for the single fact of being a perfect warrior- w h y ?

The answer was an unsavory one.

So he left, he ran away from the responsibilities imposed upon him from birth and he found his peace within the clan that he shared his home with. Then his island burned, and the beautiful homes and temple of their family was turned into something lesser, something domesticated and clan-like. It destroyed the semblance of the decide; it destroyed any chances of Vaas returning when his family perished in the volcano eruption, and so he left again.

If someone called him cowardly, he would laugh- (maybe with tinges of hysteria). Vaas had sacrificed everything for his family and he got nothing. His family died before he got his claws on them and he felt vilified, felt wronged and so he left. There were no strings- no leash to tie down a tiger- to tie down Montenegro.

Vass had heard of Madusa, an interesting name if nothing else, a lot of ties to mythology. He didn't pay much heed to rumor, as the ex-boss there was plenty that would linger about the tiger. He got enough looks from the large jagged running scar across his face, from his size in comparison to the smaller mostly small-breeds of domesticated cat. Vaas was wild, he was free, and here he enjoyed it. Prowling up the the pair along the beach.

"Don't give them any mind" Vass spoke up as he circled the group, coming o lay along the sandy edges of the shore. tail touching the water's edge but otherwise dry. " my mother used to say something about them being jealous. Hatred is a deep rooted fear, and it is very very easy to play unto fear" He let his teeth show at that, savage canines yellowed with... questionable uses of plants and other, but the tiger gave a level attempt to show off his own frighting display while remaining lax before he flopped deeper into the sands. letting out a ruble akin to a purr at the warm sands.

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"take me into your heart , accept me as your savior nail me to the fucking cross and let me be reborn" — an antagonist with a silver tongue , a pirate with nothing to loose and everything to gain .  vaas montenegro ; he who lives to fight demons should be weary he himself does not become one ." it's not like i am fucking crazy — "

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