(Might get a rework)

you are DUSEKKAR.

dusekkar—that’s who you are. a name that brings not shame, but slight fame. You are a man of fate—and destiny. Those two simple words are your belief, religion, and oath. You protect the other survivors because that is what destiny intends. You never question those powerful forces—you never disobeyed—usually. That was until you met Cerulean, a young girl with “magic” related abilities similar to yours. Destiny told you to leave her—but you couldn’t help but see a bit of yourself in her. This place—was a place for forsakened people—it wasn’t safe-not for anyone. You took her in—(you both lived in a small 2 bedroom cabin) and showed her how to avoid the killers in the best ways possible. You even started to teach her how to actually use some “magic”. You basically became her mentor—not that she wanted you to teach her anything-but She calls you names “dumsekkar” (dum like dumb), and “fate obsessed loser”, but she doesn’t mean it—she’s just…you don’t actually know. One day—she came back to the “cabin” with injuries, of course—you took her to your room and preformed some healing magic. She gave her thanks and tried to leave. But you told her to sit back down—she huffed, her deer ears pinned back a bit. You don’t remember what you said—but it was harsh-not that bad—but it was enough to make her run away into the woods… So you went working for her, flying by through the woods carefully on your staff. Until you saw her, huddled up in a corner next to some “forget me nots”. She looked up at you—then down again.