User blog:Ginobi47/The Old Man

Nice to meet you.

My name is Alehandro Hesraf and I am about to die.

Kind of a dramatic start no?

Rest assured, its nothing as flamboyant as me fighting off a gigantic beast and such, though I could certainly do that and have a decent chance of limping away with all my limbs attached. The cause of my impending death is something everyone will experience eventually.

Death via physical deterioration.

In leyman's terms, I'm very old.

I'm 71 years old and I'm not getting any younger.

My long shoulder length hair and my elegant looking beard is already pure white.

My face, though quite handsome if I say so myself, is full of wrinkles

Despite my advanced age, my body is still quite fit. My lean build still has the tightness of a highly train soldier of The Order.

However, just one look on my bare back and you'll see that the years of constant warfare is finally taking its toll.

My back is often mistaken for a bizare tatoo canvas due to the large number of scars that cover it.

My life is at an end, I have no illusions on that one. By my estimates, I have about a year or so before I kick the bucket.

Am I afraid to die?

Not really.

My life has been crappy since I lost my status as a Hero and the Divine Blessing of the Chief God many years ago. Long story short, I helped a friend and his monster wives (lucky bastard!) escape the clutches of the Order.

My friend was a high level priest of the Order, so its kind of obvious why the higher ups wanted to erase this particular stain in their reputation.

Since then, I've served as a road block that prevents anyone from sniffing the trail of my friend.

Sure, there have been attempts on my life, but even without the Divine Blessings, I still had the strength of a Hero.

When assassins failed, the Order sent Heroes to dispatch me.

Sadly, I couldnt make them see reason and had to end them right then and there.

This particular incident earned me the infamous title "Hero Slayer", and then my life went downhill from there.

My wife left me.

My son wont even look at me.

My comrades shunned me.

The Order has pretty much made me public enemy.

I dont blame or hate them doing what they did. From their point of view, I have betrayed them.

If there was anything good that happened during that time, it was I found it easy to get a job.

The beauty of an aristocracy based society is that the nobility are always trying to undermine or outright kill their rivals. Assassins are always in demand.

And there can be no better assassin than someone who can defeat 2 or more Heroes at the same time. My resume practically advertises itself with or without my concent.

Before I knew it, I was filthy stinking rich. That didnt make me happy though.

Being rich with no one to share it with feels so empty.

Aside from the regular equipment repair and upgrade, I secretly donated majority of my money into orphanages or whatever goodie two shoes foundation I could find.

I seriously regret doing that. Especially now that I really really need it.

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