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Syaziol scarcely remembers a majority of his younger years, and if you were to ask him he’d make up some lie on the spot about how he lived a lovely life with few troubles. This could not be further from the truth, though. Most of his youth was filled with various traumas that, unbeknownst to him, still effect him to this day, and likely will in the foreseeable future. The mind just has a way of sometimes forgetting the cause of the pain that plagues it so. Despite him being unable to recount it, the events of his youth were all incredibly significant. Raised in Haelun’or by a severely abusive father, he endured many things that have left him physically and mentally scarred. He never met his mother, but found himself always wishing he could have. He was sure she must have been a much sweeter presence than his father, and held onto hope that perhaps he’d find her one day, and that she would be his sanctuary – provide him with a stronger sense of safety. Unfortunately, that could never have happened, as she had been killed, though the exact circumstances of the event never would come to light. Eventually, due to the actions of his father, he came to believe love was shown through violence, and adopted quite a few other harmful mentalities on top of that. This led to him never having very many friends despite him very badly needing them. He did however have one person who always stood by his side, but he can never remember their name, just a soft face with kind eyes and a voice that brought warmth to his very soul. Looking back through the fog of the memories of his younger years, he wishes he had treated them better. Memories begin to clear around the time when he had finally been convinced by some force or other that the only option he had was to remove himself from his home troubles completely – he became a runaway. He struggled to adapt to the life he found himself in then, but found that in the many places he’d go there was always at least one person who would take pity on him and help him obtain the bare minimum of what he needed to get by. At some point further on (he fails to remember exactly when), he ended up in Sutica. That’s where he ended up staying for a majority of his life afterwards – where everything carried on through the course of a somewhat normal life. There, the person he is now began to come out and take the place of the scared and helpless demeanor he held before, though his current self did not truly materialize without progressing through many stages first. While staying in Sutica, he learned what it was to have to provide for yourself, as by the time he’d adjusted he was a bit too old for the sympathies of others to be extended to him. He started to learn to lie with striking fluency, and found that people are more likely to believe a man who talks smooth and confident as opposed to one with hesitance in his tone. This scored him enough opportunities to feel comfortable with what he built for himself. That’s around the time when he started to get cocky. Self-importance and a crippling case of sarcasm settled in soon enough, as well as general rudeness and a disregard for the feelings of others. It was as though the world had begun to revolve around him. Of course, a man is composed of many layers, and Syaziol is no exception. The shadows of past trauma still loom over him, and many years of pain leave him clawing for any strand of true validation or affection he can reach. Even the slightest hint of appreciation makes him dizzy with glee. It’s difficult to crack his shell as he naturally will resist at first, but with enough patience and sweetness, anyone can get him to open up and show the much softer man he is at his very core.