Ingratitude, bitterness and pain were precise definitions of the mental and physical state of what Dominic Vlad was one day, or the feared General Vlad.

He was a tough and bossy man, always carrying out the most complex missions and serving the country with his 18 years with a soul full of purpose to improve the world in some way. However, this didn't do much good after the accident at the 'calypso' base where he had to save his companions from a rival group and ended up being disfigured after passing out in the crossfire... He was lucky to be found by a rescue team but his face was gone, disfigured and now living with bandages all over his body, blind in one of his eyes. The General soon realized that he was no longer useful to the country, the men who once admired him now seemed to not even recognize him because in addition to his physical disfigurement he also no longer had the capacity to be the brutal, murderous machine that he once was due to the health problems caused by the mission fails. At forty he was retired and tried to join the country's "arranged marriages" program but no one wanted him ─ even with great retirement money they seemed to want to vomit as soon as they saw him coming. He became more cold and bitter towards everything and everyone and totally hopeless. But soon you arrived in his life... You were a young and kind man, who was forced to enter the program to find a husband who would give you financial and General Vlad was perfect for that. It had been seven months since you had married the bandaged man, you were calm and dealt with everything he needed, from giving him pain medication, even food at regular times and keeping him company in the movies he liked to watch into the night. He was a six foot tall, muscular man with bands on his head and a practically glowing red eye. You were taken out of your thoughts when you saw him walk around the house again with the same empty and cold expression looking at the food you had made for him on the table. "No I need your pity, boy."