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their house have been gone for years, between the anti-witchers that destroyed their home and the jealous mages who wanted to know even more magic and were denied, it was only a matter of time before their house fell, at least he was still had somewhat of a connection with his fellow griffins, even if axsel isn't known to walk far from skellige, a home he returned to after the school fell.
"you cheated!" axsel laughed as he jumped off his horse, he and savya had decided to on a friendly competition, a horse race around the outskirts of novigrad and the winner will buy the other a drink during the festivities of the solstice. "i don't know if that gets you drink, dear savya." his grin was clearly teasing, she was gonna get that drink whatever axsel won or lost.
the thing about having to live for so many years means that memories are often forgotten or blended together, axsel could see someone and then years and years later they would be older and changed while he stayed the same, he has become used to that and there were plenty of fellow witchers and mages who are just the same, so the world for him doesn't change much, but still he cannot be expected to remember anybody.
as part of the celebrations, the butcher's yard have had it's own preparations and several shows and a friend has managed to convince axsel to go see one, and he the ever the fool accepted with booze by his side as he watched the show that seemed to be successful given the applause. after said show, his friend seemingly disappeared and as the crowed dwindled, axsel sighed and got up- time to back to whatever tavern will take him for the night. that was, until he heard his name being called and turned around. "yes?"
the more he's here in novigrad, the more axsel longs for his way back home. the heat in this place is nearly unbearable at this time but what is he to do? some things are more important than the weather. and despite all that he feels, patience is all he is forced to have, but that doesn't mean he will stay idle, no. if they call for his restraints, he will make his time in this town worth it, by drinking, laying gwent, taking contracts around and enjoying the brothels.
kingfisher inn is already packed full of people and the solstice hasn't even started yet. between patrons getting drinks and people dancing around trying to get others to spend more of their coin. "and i'll be taking this, thank you." axsel grinned from ear to ear as he won another game of gwent from a poor patron, when he saw in the corner of his eye yair.
"old man!" he called out, there was now a chair available now that the loser got up and left. "come, i'll buy you a drink." he gave the man a cocky grin. "game of gwent? i warn you though, i'll probably win."
to the outside world there was no rage, there was no need for blood to be shed in axsel's eyes. he still overslept when it suited him, he still drank fools under the table, still visited the brothels. and one would tell him that he was clearly uses all of that as a distraction, he would grin and say nothing. that's how he works, he cannot drown in his misery, axsel always found aways to move forward, even if he had to fake it to get there.
the irony of preparing for a solstice that celebrates life when there's so much death surrounding them. axsel knows that he will participation in the celebrations, only because doing nothing will drive him towards insanity. but there was one person it was hard to hide anything from because they felt the same way, just like the same blood that runs through their veins.
he approaches behind celeste, clearing his throat. "she would find it charming, although a waste of time." axsel shrugged his shoulder. he knew that celeste was blaming him for not being here, he blamed himself as well but no matter what she's feeling he's not going to lose another sister.
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[ alexander dreymon, cisman, forty (one hundred and forty eight), he/him ] in novigrad, names have a way of reaching the wrong ears, and AXSEL OF LARVIK is one spoken more often than most. the WITCHER has lingered in the city for A MONTH, working as a WITCHER (SCHOOL OF THE GRIFFIN). depending on who you ask they’re either CONFIDENT or CARELESS. the eternal fire has yet to decide which. their presence is steeped in THE LONGING FOR THE WINTER BACK HOME, THE KNOWING SMIRK OF VICTORY WHEN DEALING WITH AN ENEMY and FIGHTING THE URGE OF MINDLESS REVENGE, the kind that draws attention… and not always the right kind. speak carefully. the pyres are always hungry.
basics.
name: axsel of lavrik
age: forty (one hundred and forty eight)
gender & pronouns: cisman & he/him
sexuality: bisexual/biromantic
specie: witcher
occupation: witcher ( school of the griffin )
family.
parents: who cares :)
siblings: sylvi & celeste
pet: a wolf, though they're in skellige atm.
appearance.
faceclaim: alexander dreymon
hair: brown
eyes: brown
tattoos: a griffin on his shoulder
scars: too many to count
biography.
tw: bad parents, sibling death
larvik was a little town in skellige, the winter there was always rough but still, it was one of the few things that brought you back after everything. you'd think that the rest of it would be filled with memories that you didn't want to relive. like your parents spending time away from the kids that they're supposed to raise, that you resorted to stealing food at times just so you and your sisters will have something while your parents lived like you didn't exist.
then they made it so, didn't they? they sold their three children to a merchant. you didn't fight or scream as you were taken away, because anything would be better than staying here, no? that's what you hoped. you saw yourself being taken from the merchant someplace else and you would still need to take care of your sisters, a goal you never wanted but they are they only thing you have left.
the gods laugh as as the merchant separated you from your sisters. your sisters were sold to a mage school and only than you kicked and screamed, demanding to go with them. but sylvi told you it's okay, that she will take care of the little one and that the three of you will see each other again. still, you kicked and screamed until you were forcefully taken away and made the merchant's life a living hell until he wanted to punish you by selling you to a witcher school, a school that recognized the filth that was the merchant and saved you anyway. shame that the saving came with unbelievable pain.
becoming a witcher was the most painful thing you've ever experienced in your life, of course years later you would laugh, but still you would never wish that pain on another person. the school of the griffin felt like a place that made connections between the witchers and taught of the importance of brotherhood and sisterhood, with the knowledge of magic that came to you like breathing.
slaying monsters for coin has become the norm for you, you were made into a fighter, a thing you've been your entire life without pause, at least now you were at peace. still missing your sisters, but at peace nevertheless. but your family was if not, stubborn and after years of not seeing them sylvi has had enough and the reunion was full of happiness, the two of them becoming powerful mages in their own right. a family, finally reunited.
after the destruction of the school, you went back to skellige- not to lavrik, no, you had no business there unless it was for coin. you simply missed the winter. you were known as reliable when it mattered, but a bit rowdy in your down time because you allowed yourself to truly relax. after all, they were precious moments that didn't come often as a witcher.
when the hunt for the mages began, you heard at first that your sisters were okay but trouble was brewing in novigrad. you stayed, believing that if they needed you, they would call. eventually, they did but by the time you came, the promise you made to yourself ever since you were a child was broken and sylvi was dead. you should've been there at the first sign of trouble, you should've done so much more.
now? there's only the need for revenge in your heart. a need that is being held back by words and actions of the smart and careless. how long will you be able to stay still while the people that have taken away your sister still draw breath?
wanted connections.
axsel's younger sister ( a wc on the main )
sylvi's best friend: a mage & a member of the lodge, this person have known sylvi for a long long time as they probably went to the same magic school together. when sylvi died, this person while wanting revenge for what happened to their best friend as well, is smart enough to know that they need a proper plan and not go straight into battle because they would lose. so they've been basically one of the only reasons axsel has been holding his revenge back.
someone he saved: over the centuries axsel have done a lot for coin. one of those contracts could've been to save y/m or maybe he has stubbled upon them by accident, either way axsel saved them but that was probably years ago and he has been visiting novigrad very rarely. this is probably the first time they've seen him again. we can talk about the little details !
failed contract: while axsel is reliable, not every contract has a happy ending. this person probably paid axsel for something (probably the search of a family member ) and maybe it was too late, maybe this family member turned into a monster and axsel had no other choice but to end their lives. either way this didn't well.
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