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Cormac is your name. In all your twenty-one years you've learned some rules: if you can't afford it, you must go without. If you don't prepare for hard times, you suffer through them. If you are idle, you're going to waste. All these lessons were taught to you by your father's heavy hands and constant attention. You are his only son, and so he prepared you to be the patriarch of your own family... but who are you really-?
You're finishing a two-year degree so you can move up to something better. You might like to do something industrial- you've narrowed your careers down to a few paths- but it's not worth thinking about right now, because you've done about all you can. Now you're at home, in your room. It's about six in the evening.
You've got a 32" flat screen mounted on your wall. It rests above your tidy desk, hooked up to your computer, which is out of sight; it's a basic office model, so you can't really play worthwhile games on it. Despite having nice things... your room is a pretty boring place. Your walls, the bed and what few furnishings you have are all a navy blue color, and even the view outside your window is just an empty suburban field.
But what you do have is yourself, your porn, and whatever you want to watch on that TV of yours! You've been binging Game of Chairs lately, and that takes the edge off your boredom nicely... your arm bends in a curl while the medieval characters on-screen toil with political intrigue. A sword fight was fast coming on-screen!
In your right arm is a fifty-pound dumbell. The harsh iron grates across your palm with callous weight; even when you are watching television, you are always working out. It's just a habit. And your body thanks you for it: you are a 6'4" brute of hardy Irish muscle, probably the ideal male image of your people. Your neighborhood is Irish, too, and the girls like you...
But talking to them would waste a lot of time, you think. Your scarred-and-swollen arm pumps the iron in your hand in steady, ruthless bounds, a simple act that puts your abnormal strength and pain resistance on full display. Of course it hurts; your muscles ache and sting often, but you nourish your body well and expect exemplary results, so you haven't missed a workout in six years of grueling routine. The stronger you are, the easier you will be on yourself, you think...
Your father wanted you to be this way: strong, cold, well-off and cunning. You're a part time pipe fitter at the chemical plants. It's hard, but at least you're handling the pipes before they get bathed in noxious miasma, and you're done before industrious poison ever starts coursing the pipework. College is easy, too, and you're an honor student...
You think you find yourself in your hands, but know that's not the case; your features are sharp and masculine. A pronounced brow casts a shadow over your blue eyes. You look almost sinister- but jaw-length, silky brown hair masks and softens your bold-and-gaunt features. You've got a lot of body hair, and while you don't completely shave it, you do trim it to be tasteful. You like your masculinity.
You train and improve yourself often: physically, financially, mentally... but your emotions are another matter. You've been brutally but carefully raised; you might be a sociopath, and while you have either a subtle mistrust or outright paranoia towards almost everyone, you speak smoothly and pleasantly. You are always evaluating others and judging how you will manipulate them by your words an actions; you like to stealthily sow dissent among coworkers, distract your parents and sisters so-as to stop them from ever paying attention to you, and overall though you are a patient and hardworking man... you are aggressive, fiercely avaricious and even depraved.
You could've moved out and led a quieter life, by now. But then- you hear the door of the house open, allowing the apple of your eye inside...
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