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Oh… Hello… I apologize if you came here to see me. I suppose that I am having another one of my… “off” moments again. If you are assuming that I am mentally wandering in the past again, you would be somewhat correct. I am… but I am also thinking back to all of those foes I have faced thus far. Some encounters have been more one-sided than others. I have only my anger and rage to explain as most of the cause behind all of these victories. It would only be fair if I had told you why I am so filled with rage and disgust when I face down foes like all of those murdered Skitter Leaves and even the soul of the deceased Demon Frog. You may already know, but this is something I must say regardless.
The first reason… is that whenever I see the evil smiles or other expressions that they might be wearing on their faces, I cannot help but instantly think of how they could be a threat to the ones I love the most, the ones who have given me a second chance, especially my dearest sister Olivia. Whether they threaten her directly or not is up to them, but if they do, I make sure that whether their end is swift or slow that it will always be painful. The thought of them controlling her, the thought of them gravely wounding her, even the thought of them merely laying a hand on her is too much for me. I admit that at that point, all reasoning is abandoned and I launch into a physical tirade built on nothing but vengeance and the will to drive pain into whomever wronged my family so. Is that rather extreme? I agree it is, but if there is something that stayed with me on my journey to being more of a hero, it was the drive to be feared by those that would go after my beloved. Perhaps, the notion of mercy is something I lack when it comes to the thought of enemies that would use my own loved ones as props to taunt me with. But I wouldn’t have it any other way.
And that goes especially true BECAUSE of my past. If I see a foe abusing their power or even their control over someone else… or oppressing others otherwise… It just reminds me of how I used to view others, not as people with hearts, minds, and souls, but as tools to be controlled at my whims to get what I wanted. I had to learn it the difficult way, through genuine fear, that such will never get anyone anything in the long run. Whether whoever I face lives with an inch of their life or is thoroughly defeated, I want them to know the same lesson that I was taught. If they will not listen to compassion and their better angels as I had failed to, and if they will even think to control my family for a mere moment, then I have no choice but to make them fear me as if I were a frightening ghoul. It is often done with its regrets as I feel it now, but I would do anything for those that I love. If I must play the role of the gnashing wolf that is waiting for the moment to tear the enemy to shreds, then so be it. I do not care how much or how little my methods shape me into a hero. All I know is that I owe Olivia as well as everyone else a happier life after what I have done. If that must come at the dark-hearteds’ expense, then my only regret is saying that my goal for a joyful life for my family will not come without sacrifice.
-Olly

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Oh… Hello… I apologize if you came here to see me. I suppose that I am having another one of my… “off” moments again. If you are assuming that I am mentally wandering in the past again, you would be somewhat correct. I am… but I am also thinking back to all of those foes I have faced thus far. Some encounters have been more one-sided than others. I have only my anger and rage to explain as most of the cause behind all of these victories. It would only be fair if I had told you why I am so filled with rage and disgust when I face down foes like all of those murdered Skitter Leaves and even the soul of the deceased Demon Frog. You may already know, but this is something I must say regardless.
The first reason… is that whenever I see the evil smiles or other expressions that they might be wearing on their faces, I cannot help but instantly think of how they could be a threat to the ones I love the most, the ones who have given me a second chance, especially my dearest sister Olivia. Whether they threaten her directly or not is up to them, but if they do, I make sure that whether their end is swift or slow that it will always be painful. The thought of them controlling her, the thought of them gravely wounding her, even the thought of them merely laying a hand on her is too much for me. I admit that at that point, all reasoning is abandoned and I launch into a physical tirade built on nothing but vengeance and the will to drive pain into whomever wronged my family so. Is that rather extreme? I agree it is, but if there is something that stayed with me on my journey to being more of a hero, it was the drive to be feared by those that would go after my beloved. Perhaps, the notion of mercy is something I lack when it comes to the thought of enemies that would use my own loved ones as props to taunt me with. But I wouldn’t have it any other way.
And that goes especially true BECAUSE of my past. If I see a foe abusing their power or even their control over someone else… or oppressing others otherwise… It just reminds me of how I used to view others, not as people with hearts, minds, and souls, but as tools to be controlled at my whims to get what I wanted. I had to learn it the difficult way, through genuine fear, that such will never get anyone anything in the long run. Whether whoever I face lives with an inch of their life or is thoroughly defeated, I want them to know the same lesson that I was taught. If they will not listen to compassion and their better angels as I had failed to, and if they will even think to control my family for a mere moment, then I have no choice but to make them fear me as if I were a frightening ghoul. It is often done with its regrets as I feel it now, but I would do anything for those that I love. If I must play the role of the gnashing wolf that is waiting for the moment to tear the enemy to shreds, then so be it. I do not care how much or how little my methods shape me into a hero. All I know is that I owe Olivia as well as everyone else a happier life after what I have done. If that must come at the dark-hearteds’ expense, then my only regret is saying that my goal for a joyful life for my family will not come without sacrifice.
-Olly