#ourobor

Follows the events of these stories ---> Here And this one ---> Here

So much had happened since that fateful, stormy day at Raerys’s house; it was hard to believe it had happened less than a year ago, it felt like so much longer. The inflicted wounds had since healed, leaving behind a round scar from a bullet on his shoulder and a jagged scar from a dagger on his abdomen; a growing collection at this point. The need for vengeance had really pushed his body to the limits and then some these past years.

The Shadowlands had opened up almost immediately following those events, and that had become the biggest blessing in disguise. Attention had been drawn to the bigger threat, and Ouro was able to find some sort of peaceful existence on Azeroth. At least for a little while. The demand for weaponry of all varieties arose, and as always Ouro was more than happy to provide to both military and mercenary alike - for the right price. The draw of the unknown eventually brought him into the Shadowlands for some time, but the novelty wore off soon enough and he found himself back at his usual routines.

 These days, he spent most of his nights at the townhouse in Silvermoon City. The townhouse he has bought from Raerys previously, and now the one that they, sort of, shared. He essentially had his own apartment within the home, where no one would bother him and he could come and go as he pleased without notice. He was the one that requested Rae and her daughter, their daughter, to stay. After the incident with the assassin at her Eversong Woods cottage, this was the safest place for all of them.

Things between the two of them had improved, somewhat. There would always be that stubborn, cold, and unstable part of him, but he had become better at recognizing it and leaving the room if need be. There were even times when he held Olivia and felt almost normal again. It reminded him of those quiet moments way back when with his late son; him sitting on the couch and reading while the boy dozed against his chest. They were good memories, ones he appeared to be recreating now with his daughter. All of this clearly delighted Raerys to no end, and she was always more than willing to express her gratitude in whatever manner he requested of her.

Today was one of the quieter days, and Ouro found himself at his apartment’s kitchen table flipping through a newspaper with Olivia napping nearby in a crib. Eyes scanned through the obituaries, as was customary, pausing on a familiar name as a little smirk spread over his lips. A name he had learned and had become very familiar with over the past couple of years for various reasons. He had been waiting for this moment, knowing eventually it would happen. If not by someone else, then certainly by his own hand. There wasn’t much information on the ‘how’, which often meant that the death was due to something other than natural causes.

Aerden Lo’sharri Senior was dead. Another name he could check off of his list. The Lawyer

Part 1 Kiss the Rain Part 2 The Assassin Part 3 Shelter From the Storm Part 4 Seconds… Part 5 Lo, They Do Call Me Part 6 A Brother’s Bond

“An’dar!”

The booming voice jolted Ouro awake, causing him to instinctively raise his pistol; although when he saw the familiar face he dropped his hand and weapon back onto his lap.  “Hey.”  It was the most he could muster at the moment, he must have fallen asleep, or passed again out more like it, waiting on his ‘cleaner’ while slumped uncomfortably against the frame of the open front door to Raerys’ cottage.  Not his best idea, but his body didn’t exactly give him a choice. The pills he had downed a while ago gave him enough energy to collect what he needed from the woods and from the house itself before the pain caught up to him and he needed to rest once more.

Only a short time ago he had awoken on the couch, surrounded by Raerys, her daughter Olivia, Trisandrah, and Lynesse.  That was four too many living people he wanted to wake up to, yet there they were.  The moment he (somewhat) had his wits about him, the first order of business was to get them all the hell off that property.  They wouldn’t be safe there right now, plus there were two extra bodies in the woods none of them knew about and Ouro wanted to keep it that way.  

Tris and Lyn were a little too adamant on wanting to dispose of the body on the front porch themselves, but eventually they were convinced to go along with his plan.  Despite the state he was in, he needed to do this himself.  It wasn’t their problem, and they didn’t need to have any part in any more of this. He was thankful for them not allowing him to die, but he was the one that had brought all of this to Raerys, and he had to be the one to take care of it. It needed a professional’s touch.

“You look like absolute shit, how are you still alive?”

It was a good question, one that Ouro wasn’t going to answer. Instead he popped a couple more of his pick-me-up pills before giving instruction: “There’s the one here and two at those coordinates I sent.”  He braced a hand against the floor, attempting to roll himself to his knees to no avail.  He would have to sit a few more minutes until the pills kicked in.  “No remains, I need it spotless, will triple your fee - it needs to be perfect.”

The ‘cleaner’ glanced around, scrutinizing the mess, “Can do.  Give me 36 hours until anyone returns.”  Without permission, he reached down and grabbed Ouro’s arm to pull him to his feet, maintaining that grip until he was sure the wounded man wasn’t going to topple over.

Ouro grunted in annoyance, but it really was the quickest way to stand up at this point. He clapped a hand to the cleaner’s shoulder before wobbling his way over to his belongings.  With a cloak wrapped around himself, hood pulled up, and the duffle bag and rifle draped over his good shoulder, he left the man to his work.  It took him a good ten minutes to get outside of her property so he could teleport himself back to the Silvermoon townhouse, the wind and rain doing a good number on his already unsteady gait along the way.  He managed with a few stumbles and the moment the warmth of the townhouse hit his face he dropped his gear and grasped at the newly stitched wound on his abdomen with a wince.  Thankfully he didn’t tear anything, Lyn would definitely have some choice words with him if he did.

The pills had helped just enough to allow him to do what he needed to do, and now that he was somewhere safe he could actually rest.  Thankfully the rain had washed away most of the leftover blood on his own person, but he could worry about scrubbing himself and his own belongings down at a later time when he felt up to the task.  Right now he needed to get to a couch or bed before he passed out again.

A hand pressed to the wall and any nearby furniture to steady himself as he limped his way to the bedroom, knocking over a lamp, a chair, and a few books in the process. It would all have to remain there on the floor for now.  It took a bit of effort, but eventually all of his wet clothes were shed to the ground before he crawled into bed.  Muscles ached, fresh wounds burned, and the exhaustion was quickly catching up and threatening his consciousness.  He was going to sleep for days.

He did manage to keep his comm with him, shooting off a message containing instruction not to return to the cottage for 36 hours and a series of numbers to Raerys before it was dropped on the bed next to him.  The code to get into the townhouse, hopefully she would understand.  His security system would also scan her prior to allowing entry, but he had luckily set it to recognize her and allow access if needed.

His final thought before allowing the sleep to overwhelm him was of Olivia.  Rae’s daughter.  His daughter.  It was still a foreign thought to him, and it was best to keep it that way.  She kept referring to the child as his daughter, and to him as Olivia’s daddy, and that would have to stop. He couldn’t allow himself to get attached, it would surely be a death sentence.  Eventually the encompassing exhaustion overwhelmed the pain and he drifted off into a hard, nightmare-riddled sleep.

There were many things about Ouro An’dar that most people would never know.  He was a secretive man regarding all aspects of his life both professional and personal, and the two remained largely separated from one another.  Those involved within his personal circle knew very little of his business life, especially since he preferred to use the all-encompassing profession ‘freelance mercenary’ instead of flat out saying he was an arms dealer.  Less questions, less assumptions, but he was known well enough in this business that those who sought the truth could easily find it if they were to ask the right people.  

Not telling anyone was for their own protection, as did not speaking a word of personal matters to any of his business clientele.  In this world, threatening family, friends and lovers was a very real risk, it was best for everyone for him to pretend he had none of these.  Given his natural disposition, that wasn’t a difficult performance to achieve.

After a childhood riddled with physical, emotional and sexual abuse by his adoptive parents and then being subject to criminal behavior including a high degree of extreme violence, no one should have expected Ouro to turn into a fully-functioning, sane adult.  He grew up as what he needed to be in order to make it in the world in which he lived.  Emotions and empathy were for the weak while lying and manipulation were often rewarded.  

No one had expected for him to be so good at these things at such a young age.  While the other children of crime families were often kept to menial tasks in an attempt to preserve some of their youth, Ouro had shown potential and desire for more from the beginning.  Who would ever suspect a child of committing such atrocities?  Although he was not born of their blood, it did not take him long to become their youngest made man:  A respected and feared position among their organization.  He had become untouchable.

While many would consider Ouro a deceitful man, he was and would always remain fiercely loyal to his ‘family’ and the scattered, trusted few he would pick up along the way.  The oath he had taken centuries ago would be dutifully followed even though the majority of his kin had been wiped out over the years.

"As burns this saint, so will burn my soul. I enter alive and I will have to get out dead."

Ouro An’dar

BASICS:

NAME:  Ourobor An’dar NICKNAME/ALIAS: Ouro, ‘O’ AGE:  Adult (Mid 30′s in human years) BIRTHDAY: Unknown RACE: Sin’dorei GENDER: Male SEXUALITY:  Bisexual MARITAL STATUS:  Single

APPEARANCE:

HAIR:  Dirty Blonde with natural red highlights EYES:  Typical Sin’dorei green HEIGHT: 6′2″ BUILD:  Athletic DISTINGUISHING MARKS:  Various scarring of all shapes and sizes, the most obvious slits across the front of his neck, ouroboros tattoo on the back of his neck. COMMON ACCESSORIES:  Guns, knives, cigarettes

PERSONAL:

PROFESSION:  Arms/Weapons dealer, freelance mercenary HOBBIES:  Cleaning/making/shooting guns...he just really loves guns!  Aside from that he’s rather fond of gambling and taking exotic vacations.  He’s not afraid to throw around his money when it comes to clothing, homes and any other material possessions.  Racing mechano-hogs, sparring, sleight of hand magic tricks and underground brawls are just a few more of his many hobbies! LANGUAGES:  Thalassian, Orcish, Common, Goblin, Dwarven, Gnomish RESIDENCE:  Flats in various cities/towns, main residence is in Silvermoon City BIRTHPLACE:  Unknown RELIGION: None FEARS:  Going back to jail, drowning SPOUSE: None CHILDREN: None known PARENTS:  Real parents = unknown, adoptive parents = dead, guardians = dead SIBLINGS:  None known OTHER RELATIVES: None known. ACQUAINTANCES/FRIENDS:  None currently PETS:  None

ATTRIBUTES:

BASICS:

Strength -  (4/6)

Dexterity - (6/6)

Constitution - (5/6)

Intellect - (3/6)

Wisdom - (5/6)

Charisma - (5/6)

SKILLS:

Expert sharpshooter

Skilled in many forms of martial arts

Proficient in engineering

{ TRAITS }

——POSITIVE——

Confident

Determined

Adaptable

Ambitious

Resourceful

——NEGATIVE——

Arrogant

Cold

Cunning

Deceptive

Impatient

{ LIKES }

COLOR: Silver, Gold, Black SMELLS: Gunpowder, Smoke, Cinnamon FOOD: Any sort of spicy foods FRUITS: Plantains, Grapes, Apples DRINKS: Coffee, Water ALCOHOLIC BEVERAGES: Ale, Whiskey, Scotch

{ DISLIKES }

COLORS: Pastels SMELLS: Anything too floral FOOD: Tofu, bland foods FRUITS: None DRINKS: Juices ALCOHOLIC BEVERAGES: None

{ OTHER DETAILS }