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Stagnation-if's Fanfict

warning!⚠️+18

contains smut, minors are prohibited from reading

shopping for clothes

MC description:

Name: Byleth

Gender: Male

Height: 185 cm

Physical Description: Byleth is a God of Dream, a tall, muscular man, white hair crowned with laurel, rose quartz eyes, and a soft, round face with thin lips. bright beige skin, wearing a white knee-length tunic with short sleeves without trousers, only a perizoma.

Bruno POV:

The view outside makes me feel like a salmon swimming against the current of a sea of lasers. In the cramped tin can that Dawn calls a car, me and the others are now driving to the downtown mall to buy the God of Dreams new clothes, because the clothes he is wearing now are definitely different. This would make our group stand out, which was feared would result in the God of War finding out our position.

I still can't believe that a day ago I was trapped in the Jann temple with a sleeping god, and now I am sitting with the dream god in the back seat, who is busy staring from the window in amazement and wonder. I wondered what ridiculous event the universe was preparing for me, because I was 100% sure that what Dawn was planning would make us all fuck up.

"I can't believe this; human ingenuity could create all this," said Byleth, breaking the silence.

"This is proof that humans no longer need gods; we can want the lives we live without the interference of tyrannical gods full of arrogance," sneered Dawn proudly.

"That was rich coming from you," replied Byleth.

Dawn only responded with an annoyed snort, followed by a chuckle from Amara.

Byleth ignored Dawn, then nudged Bruno, "What is that?" while pointing at a picture rectangle covered in neon light.

"That's a billboard, my lord, to promote an object or product so that people are interested in buying it."

"I see." Byleth nodded solemnly.

The rest of the journey was only filled with the roar of Dawn's car engine and occasionally Byleth's questions.

After some time, we arrived at the mall.

As I thought, as soon as he entered the mall, Byleth gasped silently. His rose quartz eyes shone brightly as he glanced around the mall. "Wow," he muttered.

"Stop staring around like a dork and come here!" shouted Dawn. Several people looked at us in surprise, especially to Byleth.

Byleth ignored Dawn and walked over to me. "Do you come here often?" he asked.

"No, my lord, I rarely come here; I'm not the fashionable type."

He furrowed his eyebrows at my answer. Oh my! Did my words offend God?! For a while, we just walked in silence, sweat dripping down my back because of worry and nervousness, until finally Byleth said, "I'm a little surprised; I thought an attractive person like you knew a lot about fashion." He smiled softly at me.

I almost choked upon hearing his words: What is this?! Is God teasing me?!

"Ehm, thank you, my lord. Let's hurry to Dawn and Amara so we don't get left behind."

A few moments later, we arrived at the clothing section. With our instructions and Dawn's grumbling, Byleth finally understood the general concept of shopping for clothes at the mall.

"There are too many different types of clothes here; I'm confused about which one to choose." Byleth's eyebrows furrowed in confusion.

"Stop acting like sissy and just pick any damn clothes!" Dawn answered, annoyed and impatient.

"Fine," Byleth answered flatly.

"Good. Historian accompanies God to choose clothes, while Amara and I have to take care of other things."

"Are you sure leaving God and Bruno is a good thing?" Amara looked worriedly at us.

Dawn brushed off Amara's concerns with a wave of her hand. "Don't be overacting; I'm sure they won't burn down the mall because we're staying for a while."

They both left, leaving me alone with God. I, who didn't have much knowledge about fashion at all, couldn't help Byleth much at all.

a few moments later.

God came over to me carrying a basket containing several sets of clothes. "Whew, this activity of choosing clothes makes me a little dizzy with so many different choices," he said, looking down embarrassedly while scratching his head. "I'm not sure the clothes of today's humans will suit me,"

I suddenly responded."nonsense!!" God gasped, then looked at me in confusion.

"You are the embodiment of beauty and majesty; with a body so amazing, any clothes will suit you.".

God was silent, and I was silent, suddenly realizing what I had said. I screamed in my heart, realizing the rash words I said. Now god knows I was fanboying at him, ARRGHH!! What if he thinks I'm a pervert? ugh... I just want to bury myself.

I looked down, not daring to look at God. For a moment, only the crowd of the mall filled the void between us; God didn't say anything at all. ugh! really awkward. I couldn't stand this awkward feeling, so I dared to look at him. I was surprised when I found him looking at me with a smile. Oh my! He smiles! His face radiated with emotion and joy; a slight blush adorned his creamy, dimpled cheeks; his smile reached his eyes—his rose quartz eyes!—exuding a calm, cool aura full of beauty. eyes so beautiful, they made me sink into those majestic orbs.

"You're cute," he said in a short statement in a warm tone.

I was silent. My heart stopped for a moment. Oh my gosh!, no!, no!, of all the ridiculous actions I've done, falling in love with a god is the most ridiculous thing of all. I immediately shook my head and bowed my head in apology.

"Pfft, you're weird; stop looking down." God chuckled a little.

I returned to my original position. I thought I was given a chance to let my heart rest, but I was made to pound again when Byleth tried to take off his tunic right in front of my eyes!

"No! m-my l-lord what are you doing?!"

"huh?" He stopped for a moment; his tunic was in the neck position; I could see everything!! Those plumpy pecs, his amazing, beautifully sculpted abs, pe-perizoma... he wears perizoma as underwear. I-I can't take my eyes off that bu-bu-bulge!. amazing bulge wrapped in two strong and sturdy legs I swallowed hard when I realized that my throat had become very dry and my face felt hot, argh!!.... Fortunately, the universe had a little pity on me when Byleth lowered his tunic again. He looked at me confused: "Bruno, are you okay? Do you have a fever? Your face is very red."

"I-I'm okay; my clothes are too thick, so I feel hot. By the way, my lord, you can't take off your clothes carelessly; you have to change in the changing room over there." I pointed to one of the changing rooms and said, "p- please follow me."

Oh, my Lord, give me a break....

When Byleth entered the changing room, my legs immediately felt weak, and I immediately sat down on the waiting chair provided. "Please no more..." I muttered. I sat on my back, trying to rest from the tornado of emotions I felt. This incident will haunt me tonight...

I don't remember when I dozed off, but Dawn's voice woke me up: "Oi historian, where is Mr. God? Why do you look so tired? I know he is very far behind with the development of the current human era, but is it really that bothersome?"

"He's in the changing room; I don't want to discuss it," I answered briefly, not giving an answer to Dawn's question, who was confused seeing me tired (emotionally tired, to be more precise).

....

.....

........

"Is Byleth okay there? Don't you think he was in the dressing room too long?" Amara asked.

"Oii! ... Byleth, did you die in there?!" Dawn shouted.

"No," Byleth replied.

I gave her an angry look. "Watch your words, woman! Stop shouting; you're making noise around you." I nodded my head towards several visitors who stopped for a moment to look at us.

Dawn rolled her eyes at my scolding.

I'm tired; I want to leave here immediately. (Without realizing it, the God of Dreams threw a nuclear bomb as his ultimate weapon when I heard the sound of the curtain opening.).

"What do you think? Is this suitable?" he asked innocently.

The three of us were at a loss for words, not believing what we were seeing. Dawn's eyes bulged very wide. Amara was silent, with blood slowly pouring out of her left nose, while I could only gape dumbly while looking around when I realized that the other visitors were also silently staring at Byleth!!.

oh...

my....

gosh.....

I couldn't say anything about what I saw right in front of us. Byleth was dressed very sexy and suggestive of being perverted; how could it not be? He was dressed with a BDSM-slash-slave theme right in front of our eyes!!!!.

He was wearing a black leather chain collar that reached up to his navel, he was shirtless, his huge p- pecs were wearing nipple clamps (oh my lord nipple clamps!), his muscular wrists were wearing slave handcuffs, his tantalizing abs were displayed gloriously, in sensitive areas he was only wearing leather loincloth that covers the pubic area very minimally (just a little wind blowing will open everything ARRGGHH!!), those two magnificent legs are only protected by kneepads, and ending with the ankles wearing ankle cuffs, the blood is flowing again freely into my head, how could something so pure, beautiful, majestic, herculean body of him be casually dressed in such perverted clothes?! so innocent...

Oh god, please help me. I'm so horny, and my pants feel so tight.

Of the three of us, Dawn was the first to break the trance; she shook her head very vigorously and said, "What the hell?!! Byleth, what are you wearing?" She scream, and then glanced around, then scowled and shouted at the other visitors who were still staring lewdly at Byleth, "OII... STOP BEING PERVY, THIS IS NOT A SHOW!!" Suddenly, the other visitors realized this; some immediately rushed away, feeling embarrassed; others grumbled as they left. Amara and I were awakened by the scream.

Dawn walked over to Byleth and put her hand on her waist. "Do you know what you just did?"

Byleth looked at Dawn flatly and asked, "What do you want this time, mortal?"

Dawn was angry: "The clothes you are wearing are problematic; they are not safe to wear in public!"

Byleth frowned at Dawn's statement. "How is that possible? You said I could wear whatever clothes I wanted; Bruno also said any clothes would suit me." Dawn gave me a murderous look. "Besides, I like this barbarian combat attire," he said, crossing his arms.

"Barbarian Combat Atire?" Amara asked

Oh my God, Bruno Junior is struggling. hold on...hold on. My forehead was sweating profusely.

Dawn facepalmed, sighing in annoyance. "Okay, this is purely my fault for leaving you with this useless historian; the point is that clothes are not suitable for wearing in public."

Byleth stubbornly still crossed his arms and said, "What's wrong with my clothes? These clothes are practical, don't hinder movement, and give an intimidating impression."

Dawn was starting to lose patience. "Those clothes make people horny!"

still in the same position, Byleth just narrowed his eyes. "So you're saying hundreds of years passed and humans evolved into perverted creatures who couldn't keep their pants on?"

Something snapped, and Dawn shouted angrily, "SHUT THE FUCK UP YOU BIG BOOTY BIMBO!, WEAR DECENT CLOTHES, AND COVER THOSE BIG BOOBS!!"

Hearing Dawn's scream, Byleth's right eye twitched angrily. He uncrossed his arms and walked towards us. My heart was beating very fast, horny-scared-nervous-annoyed at Dawn's words; everything was mixed up; everything felt so overwhelming. With my position on Dawn's right and Amara on her left, Byleth walked closer. We all felt tremendous strong aura radiating from Byleth; we were like three rabbits in front of a big hungry tiger. We were done making the god angry. Amara's lips trembled in fear. I felt like I was starting to hyperventilate. Even though Dawn was trying to look strong, I saw her body shaking in fear. Byleth's tall body adds to the intimidating impression.

When he was right in front of us, our hearts stopped beating. Byleth's aura felt very pressing on us; we thought he would smith us into dust, but a surprising thing happened. He looked at Dawn; his angry face turned red and blushed.

Eh?....

"You uncouth mortal! These are not breasts; these are pecs; these are not fat but pecs!, and those are normal measurements for my body size!" He said while shouting, and to emphasize his words, he slapped his left chest with his right hand. A loud SMACK! sounds filled our ears while he squeezing his left chest.

Oh my God... what happened? My head feels hotter, my breath is short, and my vision is dim.

"I admit, this outfit feels a little strange," said Byleth while frowning. "Especially with these nipple clamps, it makes my body feel strange, especially when I play with my nipples like this." Byleth demonstrated his words by playing with his left chest nipple using his index finger and thumb and his cheek blush.

Seeing that movement, I immediately exploded in my pants, and then my body fell to the floor. My body was convulsing with mixed feelings of happiness.

I heard Amara faintly screaming and Dawn cursing. The last thing I remember was my body being lifted by Byleth using a bridal-style carry. When my head rested on Byleth's neck, I smelled the sweet aroma of apples and berries. Darkness slowly enveloped my vision. With the remaining strength I had, I raised my right hand and squeezed Byleth's chest.

Soft and spongy…

However…

Also feels solid…

It's heaven…

♦️ well, this is a fanfiction for @stagnation-if, I doubt this is worthy of being called a good story, but I hope the author likes it and others like it.

Greetings from Orion

#fanfic #short story #stagnation-if

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tyorion10 · 5 months

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I want to be a cool guy and make an IF too. 🥲😖😩

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tyorion10 · 5 months

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The Grimm Reaper Comes to Visit ☠️⚰️

This happened about three years ago, when COVID-19 was breaking out and I was in the middle of a lockdown. Campus activities were disbanded and online learning began to be implemented. It was July, in the morning, at around 9.30 AM. I live in a densely populated area, with the majority of residents having farmhouse-style homes and being close to each other. My house is close to the Fairfield family, and the story I am telling is about the Grim Reaper who visited the Fairfield residence.

The sunlight that morning felt very bright and hot, like midday. My mother scolded me for just lying lazily on the sofa playing with my cellphone. She told me to do something productive like exercise or something because the weather was very sunny outside. While grumbling, I complied with my mother's request, went back to the room to get a mat, gym ball, yoga strap, and yoga block, then rushed to the backyard to start practicing. My backyard is quite large; we have a mini-garden and a chicken coop containing five hens and one rooster.

Half an hour passed and my yoga practice was still going smoothly, until something strange happened. When I was doing the cobra pose to end the practice session, the sunlight, which should have felt hot, suddenly felt cold on my sweaty skin; it felt like a block of ice. that touches sweaty skin. I was confused and looked up. The sun was shining brightly, making me squint my eyes. My chickens were suddenly in the coop and didn't make a sound. The cicadas and birds chirping couldn't be heard. Why do I feel cold in the hot sun? I thought.

In the middle of my reverie, I was startled by a hoarse scream from Ms. Fairfield and her daughter. Their screams sounded painful, carrying every pain and regret in every scream they let out. After the screams subsided, the strange cold that I felt gradually disappeared and gradually returned to normal as before.

Feeling confused, I rushed to end the exercise session, packed up all my belongings, and rushed back into the house. Put the equipment back in the room, I rushed to meet mom, who was in the kitchen preparing lunch. I told mom about the Fairfield family, who were screaming hysterically behind the house. Mom was stunned for a moment, then said that Mr. Fairfield had been suffering from severe diabetes for the past year. The hysterical scream might indicate Mr. Fairfield is dead.

And sure enough, at 2 PM, Mrs. Rosaline, Mama's neighbor and also a community member where we live, gave us the sad news that Mr. Fairfield had passed away. So the strange cold that I feel—is that a sign that the Grim Reaper has come to visit? I asked myself.

#short story #spilled thoughts

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tyorion10 · 5 months

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I was relaxing while reading Samurai of Hyuga 4 and found Jun saying (more or less like this):

"Those who cling to life will die; those who defy death will live. When was the last time you tasted death?"

Brain: Orion, you remember something, right? Is it not?

Me: Come on! I don't want to do anything after reading this.

Brain: Just do it. Don't you want to post more often on your Tumblr?

Me: *sigh* Fine!

And here it is, a quote from Jun that reminds me of memories from three years ago (you can be sure the discussion will be gloomy again).

#spilled thoughts #SoH4 #random thoughts #interactive fiction

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tyorion10 · 5 months

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*stolen from instagram @purrgatos

This reminds me of an incident about five years ago. I took part in skills training held by the local government . I wanted to take part in office administration training (Due to the quota being full), but instead I was sent to the mechanical department.

The instructor tried to explain to me how to disassemble a motorcycle engine and how to replace a motorcycle carburetor. He explained at length in detail five times, but the stupid me didn't know what he was talking about; I just smiled politely.

I can still remember it clearly.

👨🏻‍🔧: Disconnect the negative battery cable first before you can remove the air filter assembly. After that, also remove the carburetor cover, choke connection, fuel line, then blah…blah…blah…blah…blah… So, do you understand?

👨🏻‍🦱: *me, smile politely.

👨🏻‍🔧: Do. You. Understand?!!?

👨🏻‍🦱: *sweating nervously, knowing whether it's a lie or telling the truth, I'm going to be fucked up, tongue-tied.

👨🏻‍🔧: Anger began to radiate from his eyes.

👨🏻‍🦱: S-sorry sir, I don't understand at all.

Immediately, he became furious; some of his spit hit my face while scolding me. He explained at length for 45 minutes, only to end up in vain. 😂🤦🏻‍♂️

The other students stopped doing their work and looked at us.

After he was satisfied with scolding me, his expression turned sluggish, and the enthusiasm evaporated from his eyes. I remember that in the class he taught, there were six other students who were just as stupid as me.

poor instructor, i am so sorry, I hope wherever you are God will always bless you🌷

#meme #personal experience #short story

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tyorion10 · 5 months

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This is me when I was forced to eat jellied eels.☠️🧟‍♂️

*image from the discord group

#meme

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tyorion10 · 5 months

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😅

*stolen from Instagram, I forgot the account name...

#meme

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tyorion10 · 6 months

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I remember drawing this for friends on discord, to celebrate one year of my membership in the group. I haven't given him a name yet, hmmm… he reminds me of a tiger, maybe Tora, I'll name him Tora. 🐯

*I don't know if this is worth showing, but here it is.

#drawing

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tyorion10 · 6 months

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Felt like I was dead ⚰️🥀🍂

*image stolen from the internet

The title is gloomy and dark. After not managing this Tumblr account for a long time, I suddenly appeared to write an article with a title that conveys gloom and uneasiness. What is this? Well... you could say, I want to make writing, or perhaps more precisely, typing, a habit. (although I can't guarantee, but at least I tried).

There isn't much that could be used as an interesting story in my monotonous life, but without storms or wind, I experienced a unique incident that I thought was interesting enough for me to include in this account. Well... as the title suggests, what I will tell you is related to my experience of feeling like I was dead. This incident happened at the end of last October, at close to midnight, when, by chance, after I had finished reading an IF, I discovered that the building and complex where I lived had experienced a complete blackout. For the life of me, I could have sworn that the lights out this time felt so very different.

That night felt very quiet. I didn't hear a single sound from the night animals, the wind didn't blow at all, it was so quiet, I could even hear the sound of feet on the sheets of my bed, I could hear the sound of my breathing, even the mumbling and stomping of my neighbor's footsteps. who are confused about looking for alternative sources of lighting. Providing an atmosphere that is difficult to describe where it seems as if life and the sounds are swallowed by the darkness of night.

I can confirm that the blackout caused complete darkness. I couldn't even see my hands, I couldn't even see the silhouettes of objects around me. This all gave me a strange sensation. To be honest, I'm afraid of the dark, I'm the type of person who sleeps with the light on, doesn't like horror films and easily has nightmares when I finish watching a horror film. But that fear did not appear in total darkness this time. I'm not sure I can describe it in words, but what I felt was a disturbing but also comfortable sensation, feeling as if my soul accepted this darkness wholeheartedly.

For a few moments, my heart and mind deliberated to confirm the strange sensation that my body was feeling, until in the end they agreed that what I felt like I was in a buried coffin. The brain provides an explanation and the heart confirms what I feel, the feeling of resignation - sincere acceptance - of helplessness that is felt if I die and am buried, as well as the feeling of satisfaction - relief - after living a tiring life, the feeling. That a soul longs to be reunited with its creator, that's what I feel in this total darkness.

I don't know whether I was asleep or awake at that time, opening or closing my eyes was a waste of time, thoughts about the existence of life buzzing in my head, asking about whether I spent the life I got from this loan well?, asking about whether there will be life after death? , pondering whether my family – relatives – and friends are sad about my departure from their lives?, and many other questions that are running through my mind.

I know most people don't want to talk about death and this makes sense. Because I think many people believe that death is synonymous with darkness, horror, grave, gloom and pain. This is just my opinion. I think every human being has an ego instinct within them to emphasize their existence. They try - either consciously or unconsciously - to convince other people that their existence is valuable and necessary for people to remember. Efforts to emphasize this existence are carried out in various ways. A man accumulates material wealth so that people remember him as the richest man among them, knights with the glory of their battles, poets and musicians with their various songs and poems which continue to live to support their existence even in their bodies, has long merged with the land, scientists - intellectuals with their literary works and inventions, as well as stupid narcissistic people with their various videos on social media.

Whether we realize it or not, the fading and melting of one's existence into nothingness is the most frightening thing for humans. A billionaire at the end of his life is worried about whether his life will be remembered by his children. The terms anti-aging cream - plastic surgery - botox - facial treatment, and etc - can at least be a little proof that humans are afraid to accept the fact that death will come to pick them up when their life's existence sinks into nothingness. . The story of King Gilgamesh might be a whisper from the past to emphasize human instincts to emphasize their existence.

Is it just my feelings or do humans really have a hard time accepting that they are just thinking animals? No need to overflant...

*sigh…. O me and anyone reading this, sorry for this nonsense, sorry if this makes you gloomy🙇🏻‍♂️, have a nice day, and don't forget to be grateful for the life that God has given us.

From Orion.🌷

#spilled thoughts #short story #just babbling #just an existential crisis

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tyorion10 · 11 months

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🙎: why do you always play with your smartphone, gadget addiction is not good for your health.

🧑‍🦱: I'm not addicted to gadgets, I'm just a lonely man, but only have a smartphone to accompany me.

🙎: then why don't you go out, socialize, find a partner, so you won't be lonely, your life looks so miserable.

🧑‍🦱: oh yeah?, then why don't you go to rehab, meet your son and cure his drug addiction.

🙎: not as easy as you think bro...

🧑‍🦱: yes sis, not as easy as you think.

#short conversation #sibling quarrel

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tyorion10 · 1 year

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Me: wave to greet politely.

My towering friend:

#spilled thoughts #Ty the microwave

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tyorion10 · 1 year

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found a very good IF named Respice Finem, had the intention of making a copy of the dossier like other readers, but accidentally messed up so I couldn't use the template and felt very embarrassed, then discouraged, but I hope this biography is enough. 😖🙈

SECRET FILE, BURN AFTER READING

Name: Dariusz Fraser

Code name: Atrax

Date: 15 - 01 - 1988

Citizen: Canadian

Languages: English, Polish, German

Marital Status: Widower

Listed as: Agent

File No: IN121

Appearance

Hair Colour: Dark Brown

Eye Colour: Blue

Ethnicity: Mixed Polish and Canadian

Height: 6'2 ft

Body Type: Muscular

Mark: eagle tattoo on upper back, various scars on the upper body

Character Description:

Dariusz Fraser is a senior I-DIE agent who is back in action after an incident (redacted), known by the code name: Atrax. Renowned for their superior stealth & forgery skills, and terrifying sharpshooter.

I-DIE recruited Dariusz when he was still a mercenary during the war conflict in the Middle East. Famous for his iconic frown and scowl, making him a knight in sour armor. His bluntness is sometimes disliked by his co-workers.

Born in Manitoba, Canada, 15 - 01- 88, to a Polish mother and Canadian father, the second of three children, the tragic death of the mother when Agent Atrax was 6 years old due (redacted), caused the father to become seriously depressed and turned into a workaholic and alcoholic, Seeing his father devastated by depression and alcohol made Agent Atrax from a young age became a teetotaler. His father died when Agent Atrax was 23 years old.

The incident that (redacted) caused Agent Atrax to experience severe PTSD, the most visible sign of which is emotional detachment.

Job history:

- 6 years in the Canadian Police Emergency Task Force

- 4 years working as a mercenary.

- 7 years in I-DIE.

Featured Skills:

- Emergency Task Force skills (including police training, paramilitary training, Breaching & entering, sharpshooting skills, hostage negotiations, tactical & strategy training).

- Soldier Veterans.

- Superior Stealth and Forgery Skills.

Even though it is known for having many skills, so he was once named the best I-DIE Agent, Atrax also has his drawbacks.

Skills that are lacking:

-disguise

- seduce,

- impersonal others.

Mostly because of his indifferent attitude, his bluntness, and the characteristics possessed by Atrax, making missions involving the above skills unsuitable for giving to Atrax.

Relationship:

- Tyler & Tyrese: twin sons of Agent Atrax (5 y.o)

- Amelia Fraser: older sister (42 y.o)

- Emma Fraser: younger sister (33 y.o).

Trivia:

- not many know that Atrax is a foodie, especially food with spices.

- a lover of big-fluffy-haired dogs, has two pets: a Siberian Husky named Hugo, and a Bernese Mountain named Zeus.

- Agent Atrax once told his psychiatrist:

" You know,the way the universe works is strange. I tried to be a good father and husband for my wife and the twins, then the threads of fate turned upside down and I ended up in the same position as my father. What an irony. "

- To prevent his children from having the same fate, Atrax enlisted the help of his older sister, Amelia, to care for the twins. Atrax regularly gave monthly payments and visited his twin sons when he was free.

Please remember that even though Agent Atrax's condition has gradually started to improve, it must continue to be monitored closely. Direct orders from (redacted)

well... dear author @rf-interactive ,. 😖

what do you think? I'm so nervous, I hope you like it. 🙇

PS:

1) May I ask if it's okay for an I-DIE agent to have children? I used my imagination so as to portray my MC as a single father.

2). (let's just say it's hypothetical) how would ROs react when they found out they were dating a single father and met the MC's children?.

that's all from me,

greetings from Ty. 🙇🤗👋

#MC for Respice Finem #respice finem #respice finem is awesome

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