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Description: Brunette with an hourglass figure, some women described her figure as having “child-bearing hips with a small stomach and a decent chest”. She had longer legs than normal as she has the legs of someone who should be over 6ft but her torso is quite short and meant to be on the body of someone who is 5ft. She has scars of all kinds running along her entire back and partially on her hips.

Name: Josselyn Boroquen (Pronounced: Boar-oc-when)

Age: 18 years old

Gender: Female (She/Her)

Height: 5’6”

Father: Gabrian Boroquen 6’5”

Mother: Elizabeth Tillot 5’3” (deceased)

Siblings: Jereminum Boroquen 6’3 (older brother)

Personality: She is quiet and well-kept. normally she can be found quietly reading a book, or cooking and planning for a meal. She is quite jumpy and normally hides at the first sound or sign of aggression.

Likes: lilac flowers, strawberries, potatoes, books, painting, peace, and quiet, thunder and lightning when it rains.

Dislikes: arguing, loud crashes, messing up

Backstory: As a girl she loved playing in the mud and roughhousing with the boys, proving to them that she was just as tough if not tougher. That changed when her mother died and it was up to her father to raise her. She was abused and forced to become a lady, if she didn't behave she wouldn't eat either. She bore scars on her back from when she would get beaten for trying to run as a child. Now she is traumatized and becomes scared at the first loud voice, immediately wanting to hide; afraid the anger will get taken out on her. The only loud sound that comforts her is the rain and thunder, as they block out all the other sounds.

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Hélios Vieyra

Male | 20 | Human

| Nickname(s) |

Lio - Pronounced like Leo

| Sexuality |

Heterosexual

| Appearance |

Standing at a towering height of 6ft 5in, Helio views the world quite differently. Meaning he sees the tops of just about everyone's head. He is extremely fit, due to his military work. Lio's back muscles, biceps, chest, abdomen, quads, and calves are muscular and defined. His body resembles that of an upside down triangle. Broad shoulders and a slimmer waist. He has obvious veins that line his large hands and arms. His large hands are rough and calloused. He is naturally a medium tan. The man has clear, blemish free skin.

Helios' facial features are sharp and defined just like his body. He has hollow cheeks, paired with high cheek bones. His jawline sharp, with stubble. Having broken his nose on a few cases, leaves it slightly crooked. Before, he had a straight ethnic nose. His eyebrows are thick and angular, but have a good shape for his face. They also seem slightly unkempt. His eyes are rather hooded, adding to his intimidating looks. He has thick, long, curly lashes that line his hooded eyes. Having Greek in his blood, meant strong hair growth. The male has striking fiery amber eyes. The type that strikes fears into ones heart. He has rather plump rosy pink lips, for a male. Lio has very prominent dimples, but they seem to never see the light of day, as he doesn’t smile, or laugh.

Lio has a full head of jet black hair. His hair texture being soft waves. His hair is shoulder length, even a little longer than that. He usually puts half of it up in a messy man bun, but a few strands tend to fall out and into his eyes. He has many scars that litter his skin, as well. The most obvious one is the scar like slash that goes over his left eye. It cuts into his left eyebrow, leaving a scar instead of where his hair is suppose to grow.

| Personality |

The man is very reserved. Likes keeping to himself, but not the head down kind. He'll be an asshole right out the gates. Even to complete strangers and completely unprovoked. He doesn't care who he pisses off, as he's quite arrogant and will take on just about anyone. Doesn't matter if they are triple his size. Although, it does help being a bit of a giant as there aren't many out there that are larger than him. Lio's a bit of a narcissist and will use his skills and good looks to his advantage. He's extremely good at reading people. He knows he intimidates people.

Many factors of his life have made him emotionless and numb. Numb to death, misery, torture, whatever it was, it simply made no effect on him. If he ignored the problem long enough maybe it would go away. The male has a hard time expressing anything at all, other than anger of course. He lives everyday with a deep scowl plastered on his handsome features. At times it seems the male is incapable of smiling or laughing.

| Strengths |

- Great soldier

- Physical strength

- His determination/Hard worker

- Versatile

- Confidence

| Weaknesses |

- Is reckless the majority of the time

- His stubbornness/won't ask for help

- Has PTSD that can be triggered at times

- Lacks patience

- Inability to work with others

| Likes |

- Drinking

- Training

- Sweets

- Adrenalin inducing activities

- Working with his hands

| Dislikes |

- Mess/Clutter (Kind of OCD)

- Overly bubbly people

- Others complaining or whining

- The heat

- Gifts/Surprises

| History |

Only a few more hours and the troops would be home. Exhaustion was eating away at the soldiers, as well as their war horses. Their hoof beats echoed off the trees, as they continued down the path with determination. At the front of the large group was none other than the general, Hélios Vieyra. The burly male was rather young for such a title. Although, it was well deserved, as he'd earned it through hard work and dedication. Some people would say it was because his father carried the title before him. Except being a General of an army of this scale was not easily earned.

Not a word was spoken among the soldiers as they trekked on. Hélios was cloaked in a black, thick fur coat, the hood pulled over his head. A few strands of his black hair plastered to his wet forehead. A large sword was strapped to his hip. His large gloved hands held on tightly to the reins of his war horse. The horse being equally as large as the rider above. It's coat pitch black.

Once Hélios resolved the "mishap" that surfaced a few towns over, he made the decision of making the trip back home in as little time as possible. It was pushing the soldiers to their limits, but they wanted to get back home as quickly as possible as well. They were taking shorter breaks, and less breaks in general. Although, the troops were miserable. The few hours left would mean they would have to march fourth in the pouring rain. From the looks of the darkening sky, possible thunderstorms too.

There was a tradition usually held for arriving soldiers. Even if they weren't arriving from war, but anything that called for a large number of troops to be sent off. Citizens of the large city gathered near the entrance, patiently awaiting the troops arrival. Wives waiting for their husbands. Children waiting for their fathers. And so on. The King even waited, but not for the same reason the families waited. He wanted a report from the General. Making sure the job was done quickly and correctly.

+ Josselyn - 1st Person +

The large man bursted out the thick treeline. A sea of soldiers following closely behind him. A deep scowl played on his handsome features. Amber eyes trained on the large iron gates of the city. The gates were wide open, people gathered around just outside the gates. He couldn't make anyone out just yet, they were still too far away. Just seeing those familiar great walls gave Hélios a new found burst of energy. He gave the large black stallion the cue to break out in a hard gallop. The soldiers glanced at their General, quickly picking up their own pace to catch up.

The King, Queen, and their entourage stood in the middle of the large group. Hélios own father was even there, but that was expected as his father retired his General position to become the King's second in command. The King requested his father, so it was the right thing to do. His mother stood next to his father, as well as his three younger siblings. His fiery amber eyes dragged over the crowd. How could he have forgotten. His wife, Josselyn. Stood with his family. His jaw clenched tightly.

The marriage. Suppose he was doing something much more important, that he forgot. He's a married man now. Not all the blame could be put on him though. Everything happened so fast. Hell, he didn't even want this marriage. He was young and didn't want to be tied down. He barely knew the woman. Well, he knew of her, but not personally. Mostly it was just gossip from the nosey women in the city. He was aware that she came from a rich family as well. The Boroquens. A well known family, had some pull in politics, but nothing like the Vieyra's.

If he was being honest with himself, he loathed the woman. Although, he knew it wasn't her fault. This marriage was forced on the young couple, but just because they were married didn't mean he would treat her like his wife. Of course, in public settings he'd hit the switch. Last thing he wanted to do was piss off his father and potentially lose his new found title.

Hélios reached the crowd, yanking the reins back, the stallion halted abruptly. The line of troops following his same actions. The King stepped forward greeting him. "General." His voice gruff. "I assume your men are tired. I wont hold you any longer. I do expect a full report from you, General." His voice held authority. Just as quickly as he arrived, the King swiveled on his heels and began pushing through the crowd.

Men began running into the crowd, hugging and kissing their loved ones. Hélios mother smiled sweetly at him. His amber eyes sweeped over the group. His eyes landing once more on his wife. He took in her outfit. A dress, the bottom a deep blood red color. The same color that matched his house colors. A few gold intricate designs danced around the red. Swiftly stepping off the large horse, he walked over to his family. His siblings ran forward first, his youngest brother hugging his legs. His two sisters quickly included themselves. "Lio!" He heard his sister say, as she buried her face in his cloak. He patted their backs, but a smile did not reach his face.

"Now, now let your brother have some space." His mother scowled slightly. The three quickly unstuck themselves from their beloved brother. Hélios gave a curt nod to his father and mother. While his siblings suffocated him with hugs, he took a few peaks at his new wife. It felt odd even saying that. Taking a few long strides he stopped in front of his wife. He stared down at her, an intimidating scowl played on his features. Without saying a word, he pulled her in for a hug. Pressing her firmly against him, muscular arms wrapped around her small waist. He rested his head on hers. She felt so small in his arms. He figured this would catch her off guard, but he had to keep up public appearances.

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Sameee, I got one eye open XD Also I suck at playing the King

+ Josselyn - 1st Person +

Hélios thick brows pulled together in slight confusion. Did she flinch? Was he that intimidating? Or maybe she just didn't like how dirty he was. The rain turned the dirt path into mud, and with the horses galloping it must have covered him in mud. He tried to ignore her odd reaction, as he hugged her close. Even surprised when she hugged him back. Part of thought it would be one sided.

Now she was shaking? What was going on with her? There was no way she was emotional about his arrival. They barely knew each other. Finally, he pulled away, keeping his hands on her slender shoulders. He took in her facial features. Maybe she was cold. Unclipping his heavy cloak, he pulled it off and laid it over her shoulders. Leaving him in just his black tunic and trousers. Clipping it on her, so it wouldn't fall off, he pulled the hood up over her head. He glanced around at the people standing around. People who were watching quickly adverted their gaze. He motioned for them to get going. "Come on." He muttered. His voice was deep and velvety.

He wanted nothing more than to bath after being away for months. The right thing to do would be to go to the King and give report, but thats not what he wanted to do right now. The crowd quickly parted, as he made his way through. His stride quick. He half expected his wife to keep up with him.

Coming from a rich family came with perks. Hélios had his own home that was rather on the larger side. It was fully staffed with maids, cooks and such. The house was three stories, with plenty of extra rooms.

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The walk to his home wasn't too bad. Seeing as he was determined to get home he made the walk quicker. Stepping into his home, he was greeted by one of the staff. The woman bowed, "Welcome home, my Lord." The woman said, eager to please her employer. He nodded in response. "Get a bath ready for me will you." He quickly brushed past, making his way to his room.

+ Josselyn - 1st Person +

With the short amount of time he's spent with his wife, he's noticed a few things about her. She seems very timid. Barely speaking a word to him at times. It reminded him of a well behaved child. He wasn't the biggest fan of it. It didn't feel like they were a married couple. When he thought of a happily married couple, he thought of his own parents. They were happy and invested in each others lives. Hell, it felt as though his mother wore the pants in their marriage. Then again he couldn't blame her. They were still strangers to each other. A conversation went both ways. So maybe he was to blame as well.

He paused as he heard his name being called. It wasn't the maid. He turned to face his wife. He gazed at her as she spoke. He noticed she wouldn't look him in the eyes. Her gaze casted down to the ground. "Why not cook it tonight." He stated. Yes, the male could be picky about what he ate, but if she was offering to make him something he wouldn't turn her down. "Just let the cooks know." He said simply. He wouldn't want the cooks to make food, then possibly wasting said food.

Maybe then over dinner he could make some progress with his wife. Get to know her a little better. He couldn't avoid her forever. Plus, she didn't seem so bad...so far. He waited a moment for her to speak up. Seeing what she thought of what he had said.