GhostOfProtocol
The OOC One
Vinsoth - 849ABY
Daniel hated having to sneak out of his own home, it made him feel like some sort of prisoner. It made him feel like his ancestors, forced to work while the "higher race" did nothing but abuse them. He'd never been told what that higher race was, but in many ways they reminded him of his brothers. To him, those were a higher race, abusing the youngest of the pack because they didn't fit in, because they had hair longer than fathers specific standards. He was the "they", the youngest of the pack of his brothers. He knew they had a fun time throwing him around until father got involved, then he'd just be chided for his long hair, his mother and brothers pinning him down while his father shaved him bald.
That was his life cycle, and he wanted a break from it. For weeks he'd been looking from his bedroom window, over the tall wall and out onto the street. He knew Vinsoth was a poor planet, he'd been raised in luxary compared to what most people on the planet had access to. He had access to a large tree just opposite his window, and he knew that if he jumped perfectly he'd be able to grab it and climb up onto it's tallest branches. He could climb through the tree and over the wall, he'd tried it once before and knew that it worked, though father had caught him last time.
This time father was away however, and Daniel grinned as he pulled himself up into the tree. He'd closed his window beforehand, hopefully mother wouldn't realise he was missing until his return to the homestead, the cobblestone "mansion" that the Drower family had occupied for generations, that would someday belong to his brothers and not him. Life was so unfair, how come the oldest brother got everything and the youngest brother didn't even get a lousy house. He kicked the tree lightly, continuing to crawl through it, across the branches.
Daniel dropped from the tree quickly, outside the wall. He moved slowly, attempted to blend in with the crowds. He was free, he was outside, grinning. He knew exactly where he was headed as well, the late home of his great grandmother, one of the few members of his family who ever cared. She'd been in his position, exiled from the Drower "mansion" by her brothers. She'd lived a good life though, lived off bread that she made herself from the small field she owned. She'd tried to leave her small cottage to Daniel, though her father had interfeared and had the will changed to the name of his older brother.
Life was so unfair.
[member="Valashu Elahad"]
Daniel hated having to sneak out of his own home, it made him feel like some sort of prisoner. It made him feel like his ancestors, forced to work while the "higher race" did nothing but abuse them. He'd never been told what that higher race was, but in many ways they reminded him of his brothers. To him, those were a higher race, abusing the youngest of the pack because they didn't fit in, because they had hair longer than fathers specific standards. He was the "they", the youngest of the pack of his brothers. He knew they had a fun time throwing him around until father got involved, then he'd just be chided for his long hair, his mother and brothers pinning him down while his father shaved him bald.
That was his life cycle, and he wanted a break from it. For weeks he'd been looking from his bedroom window, over the tall wall and out onto the street. He knew Vinsoth was a poor planet, he'd been raised in luxary compared to what most people on the planet had access to. He had access to a large tree just opposite his window, and he knew that if he jumped perfectly he'd be able to grab it and climb up onto it's tallest branches. He could climb through the tree and over the wall, he'd tried it once before and knew that it worked, though father had caught him last time.
This time father was away however, and Daniel grinned as he pulled himself up into the tree. He'd closed his window beforehand, hopefully mother wouldn't realise he was missing until his return to the homestead, the cobblestone "mansion" that the Drower family had occupied for generations, that would someday belong to his brothers and not him. Life was so unfair, how come the oldest brother got everything and the youngest brother didn't even get a lousy house. He kicked the tree lightly, continuing to crawl through it, across the branches.
Daniel dropped from the tree quickly, outside the wall. He moved slowly, attempted to blend in with the crowds. He was free, he was outside, grinning. He knew exactly where he was headed as well, the late home of his great grandmother, one of the few members of his family who ever cared. She'd been in his position, exiled from the Drower "mansion" by her brothers. She'd lived a good life though, lived off bread that she made herself from the small field she owned. She'd tried to leave her small cottage to Daniel, though her father had interfeared and had the will changed to the name of his older brother.
Life was so unfair.
[member="Valashu Elahad"]