That took much longer than I expected.
I just started writing and I didn't stop. There was no planning involved. Still, I'm proud of myself.
TL;DR:
He was the son of a priest in a boring village where he was a bit of an outcast. He discovered he had healing magic, and tried to learn it to the best of his ability. His mother died, he couldn't save her, and his priest-father became an alcoholic. Some dudes in red robes came to the village, serving some fire god of justice, and their leader had a flaming sword, which Gaius thought was totally rad, so he joined them to learn their ways.
They wandered the world vanquishing evil, protecting the innocent, standing against injustice, and all that jazz. One day they interrupted a demon-summoning ritual, and the end result was that everyone except Gaius died. He took the leader's flaming sword for his own, and spent the next year nearly drinking himself to death and more or less being a drain on society, until eventually he snapped himself out of it and went back to his old heroic ways - this time on his own instead of in a team. But he still has his drinking problem and doesn't hold a particularly high value on his own life.
Beneath the gold, the Bitter Steel.
15-Dec-2017 03:40:28
