Tom Trusia (Fergana-55)

Tom Trusia
Biografia
Status	Alive
Wygląd
Rasa	Human
Płeć	Male
Kolor oczu	Blue
Kolor włosów	Chestnut

Tom is a man of lush chestnut beard and blue eyes. His face is flushed and round, resembling a ripe apple. He always wears a hat. He usually dresses in a greenish cubicle, a linen shirt and ordinary cotton pants tied with an extra string instead of a belt. Sometimes he forgets to slip on his shoes - Bah! Once he forgot to put on his breeches when he was going to work.

Personality

Trusia is a study of contrasts, and his personality is a product, a rich, traditional upbringing filled, however, with hard work (and respect for it), pondering his existence and his own place on earth. On the one hand, the sight of blood and entrails does not make a special impression on him, but on the other hand, hurting another human being is something completely incomprehensible to him, much less taking someone's life. He is twenty-seven years old, rather prudent and precautious, but the worst mishaps imaginable also happen to him. He tends to be an onlooker.

It happened to him once, in the course of his hiking adventures, that he carelessly crossed a forest trail fraught with traps probably set by the local hunters. The poor fool without any equipment and without the slightest idea of the danger he was facing ran ahead, eventually coming out unharmed and completely aware of the danger. As soon as he became aware of what he had accomplished - he fainted. Since then he has been celebrating his second birthday on this memorable date (October 9). Tom generally doesn't stand out, he doesn't want to be that way. Although he appreciates good company no extrovert. Despite these personality traits, he doesn't shy away from having a good time, gabbing, singing and eating - except for rice, to which he is pathologically allergic. Above all, Tom approaches almost every sphere of life with a certain caution and skepticism, even when he goes to pee - especially when he goes to pee! And this is not without reason, which is why I will not elaborate further on a certain incident involving a leech that crawled into Tom's.... No matter.

Abilities

Tom has been doing meat almost all his life and knows almost everything about the trade. He knows 102 ways to cook mole meat, and he can also start a fire (After many attempts, he usually succeeds.), frame game (Gut, skin, cut, etc.), swim, read and write (Tom's uncle took care of his education) fish and run fast (This skill has saved his skin more than once.). As for fighting skills... He was once a participant in a fight.... In fact, he just stood by and watched (Because he couldn't help it.).... Well, as a last resort, he is always left to save himself by running away. And it might seem that a butcher should know how to use a knife, cleaver or other machete, unfortunately, the threshold of hurting a human being would be too big an obstacle for Tom, which could kill his sensitivity.... (A pacifist with a past as a butcher?! As much as possible). To sum up - the sight of blood and animal entrails does not make a special impression on him, because, as his uncle used to say (Which he instilled in him meticulously and with great reverence.) - "The basic right of animals is that they taste good to us."

History

Nietzsche once said - "That which does not kill me makes me stronger," and perhaps he meant it. Throughout his life he has made constant mistakes, from which he has always eventually benefited by coming out on the other side and defying the odds. Above all, Trusia is twenty-seven years old, rather prudent and precautionary, but the worst mishaps also happen to him. But let's start from the beginning. Trusia had a completely ordinary life, and his family home never lacked both discipline and love. He also never had to fall asleep with an empty tummy, let alone resort to stealing. In general, Tomci's early childhood passed carefree playing with other kids on the streets of Khorinis. He sometimes got into smaller and a little bigger scrapes, (mostly at the instigation of older friends.) but he usually got out of them with a hand, thanks to his quick feet and innate ability to turn bad luck to his advantage. Interestingly, thanks to his talent for flying where the pepper grows, Tomek got the nickname " Trusia " read: rabbit :-) But the idyll did not last forever. When he was 10 years old, his father and mother, for material reasons, put him in the care of his uncle. This was not an easy decision, as they loved their son very much, so it was hard to part with him from just that. But knowing that they were doing it for his sake was crucial here. Moreover, they promised to visit him as often as possible. Tom took the dilemma with his parents hard, but there's no such thing as a bad thing. A wealthy uncle, in accordance with his father's wishes, took care of him and decided to raise him as best he could. This uncle was the owner of a rather sizable farm, employing a large portion of the farmhands living in the surrounding area, where over the door of his estate for generations hung a sign-"Work that you don't do with your own hands is not work." ( You guessed it-another golden thought of his uncle...). In general, the village " meow " stood, since, as you can easily guess, animal production was carried out, namely- breeding and butchering, as well as game dressing. During this time, young Tom initially accepted a job in disposing of the waste, namely- dumping everything into the nearby river, which he was forced (Unfortunately...) to share also with the duty of learning to read and write in the Adanos shrine. Unfortunately, along with the mass of extra activities, Trusia wasn't able to devote as much time to play as he had, just before he was given to foster him- for which he sincerely hated his uncle (At least for a while.). It's worth mentioning that regarding Tom's continued relationship with his family, this was not such a definitive chapter. Because as I mentioned earlier- his parents visited him whenever they were able. (In any case, they certainly LIVE!). Over the years, having gained experience in his profession, Tom began to contemplate freedom, but not the freedom of being forced to work until the sun went down and one had to rest before the next day's grind-no. In truth, living in his uncle's mansion was not bad. He had servants there, luxuries to a certain extent, and everything his parents probably couldn't provide for him at the time. However, when it came to putting himself in the slaughterhouse he felt that life was slipping through his fingers. Once he said...

- ENOUGH !

Already eighteen years old, Tom had no intention of spending the rest of his life spinning more miles of kicha and seasoning " shpeki " in the smokehouse. In his last moments of searching for meaning, he realized that a job from which he had no satisfaction, his uncle's promises of future declaring him a partner, and even the distant ones about inheriting the estate after his death, were not for him. Tom even thought about not returning to his parents, but this thought was overshadowed by another vision. He became a fantasist - unmindful of his former life, he donned an old green cubicle, slipped on his worn-out boots, put his straw hat on his head and simply walked out of the slaughterhouse heading in an unknown direction, but along a well-known guest road. Of course, again a smile of fate, the hen taken by Tom resulted in arriving at a valley known to all. Here it is worth stopping and wondering.... What will happen next to Tom Trusia? How will this brutal world define his character and his will to remain 'truly free'? This I do not know. However, one thing you can be sure of- What won't kill Tom, will certainly make him stronger.

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