Situation Normal

Pardon Our Appearance. The High Commander’s Parade Attire is its own tool manufactured to curate the perfect image of a country's hero. For this to happen, every personalised feature of the wearer’s being is violently masked, glitter and gold draped over with silks to rob the image of war of any realism or consequence, and sell back a fragile hope.

Norman is a hardworking if not to a nauseous degree, by the books.

As appointed by his own father to monitor the High Commander, and report back him with all that he has done that day, Norman rebels in smalls ways by maintaining a false sense of loyalty to his father, whilst working as a glorified runner in the wartime office environment.

While his job entails a relative degree of sanctuary from grittier army jobs, his days are often monotonous, but he'll take that over the front lines.

His Commander, Troren, is cold and the very sound of his boots on the hardwood in the hallway make Norman scurry, but they overall have a friendly relationship, and Troren feels endlessly sympathetic to Norman, both for his unfortunate lottery win having been born into the family he has, and that someone so young got roped into such dirty work.