Soren Orion Stravos

'I am iron and I forge myself'

||Name||
Soren Orion Stravos

||Age||
23

||Face Claim||
Nick Pervak

||Occupation||
Royal Guard, stationed in the palace

||Personality||
Soren is all sharp edges and bruised knuckles. He did not grow up knowing how to be subtle or manage situations with tact, so he doesn't bother to do it now days. He says what he means and he does not hold back. More than once he's been told he is too honest for his own good and can be a little ruthless with his words. He is a practical person, always focussed on how things work and go smoothly. He can't stand disruption, and is even less fond of people who feel the need to make everyone's lives harder. So much of his life was spent keeping people in line that now it is just second nature to him. To be honest, he is not a good conversationalist, especially when it comes to talking about things that make him uncomfortable, such as his childhood home and how he ended up where he is. But he does have a gruff sense of humor, and to be honest? He so desperately wants to be soft. To be gentle. He's just not sure how.

||Backstory||
Soren was born in Cryona, a harsh corner of Irenia in both geographical and societal nature. There were probably parts of Cryona which were lovely, but the town Soren grew up in was barely more than a city made of scraps and a population made of the poorest of the poor, fighting to get by with every ounce of strength they had. So Soren learned how to fight early. Fight for food, fight for fuel for the fire, fight for respect. His childhood was spent on the streets of his city, making sure everyone knew that he was no to be messed with. And neither were his parents. His father was a man who took no shit, and his strong structure due to being a metal worker certainly helped his reputation. Soren's mother was a flower amongst rubble, a gentle woman with stars in her eyes forged from nothing. Both his parents had clawed their way into the world and didn't intend on letting anyone take them out of it. Soren was already a formidable opponent by the time he was 16, knuckles scarred and heart sealed off. His world was small but he was king. And then he got caught by the police for starting a fight, and he was dragged to the courts and given a choice. Prison, or servitude. He was young, they explained, and had potential if he didn't waste it on bar brawls and street fights. Soren was young, but not stupid, so he took the deal. He spent the next few years working in Silentbrook, learning the trade he'd signed his soul to. And he actually loved it. The training was hard, but it was nothing his body wasn't used to, and he went to sleep each night knowing that he wasn't going to wake up the next morning and have to fight for his place in the world. He was so good that when the news of the selection became public, he was one of the ones chosen to go to the palace to supplement the guards there with the increased capacity. He arrived 2 weeks before the selection.

||Likes||
~Training, especially combat
~Working as a Guard
~Things being Tidy
~Being Warm
~Swimming

||Dislikes||
~The Cold
~Reading
~Talking about his childhood or parents
~People who are rude
~Restraining his anger

||Songs||
Me And the Devil ~ Soap&Skin
Eat Your Young ~ Hozier
Flesh & Blood ~ Ed Prosek
Devil's Backbone ~ The Civil Wars
Babylon ~ Barns Courtney