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derekoreilly.bsky.social
The only time Stellae even shows up in the story
Is as a statue whilst passing through his kingdom 😭
May 11, 2025 at 10:55 PM
derekoreilly.bsky.social
Yes yes 😌

Stellae, his parents, and most of his siblings are all kinda background characters in a story I'm trying to write

Even though they're more developed than the actual main characters 😭
May 11, 2025 at 9:59 PM
derekoreilly.bsky.social
Stellae is a lovable giant, sweet, caring, occasionally level headed.
But he is definitely his father's son. All it takes is one little disagreement to set him off. He has started full blown wars because he disagreed with his siblings.
May 11, 2025 at 8:58 PM
derekoreilly.bsky.social
His entire story 😎
Born in the north west of England in a small mining town on the coast, he didn't have much in the way of wealth or stability, With the entire areas survival depending on the mines. But it was enough. He had two loving parents, a happy little sister, a run down but still standing home. A good. Honest life. When he was old enough, he got a job in the mines like his dad. But then the government closed the mines. All over the country. Entire towns left unemployed and falling apart because their main source of income was cut off like no one cared. And his dad was sick. His lungs weren't all that they used to be, hindering his ability to work in any manual jobs. But after spending his entire life working in the mines, he didn't have the education to get into any of the new modern businesses popping up in the area to try and boost employment. All that did was raise the prices in town and bring in rich cunts who wanted to refurbish cheap houses. It's not like Luther could get a job there, he was like his dad, had the bare minimum education before going to the mines, so he decided to work on building sites. Hopping between jobs. Manual, hard labour that barely paid enough for the new prices coming into town. He needed to get out of there. And when his dad died, his mother turned sour, turned in on herself and against her children. Just another reason to leave. The military seemed like his best bet out of there, live abroad, send money home. He had no idea what it'd do to him. Years out of his life he devoted to that iob. Rising the ranks. Only to be left behind, far beyond enemy lines. Months. Years he spent there. In the mountains. Nights freezing over yet sun to burn the skin off a rhino. Could you blame him for turning some local mountain climbers into a quick snack? He was only found on a mission to finish what his squad started. Picked up like a rabid animal and taken back to civilization. Turned into an attack dog, on loan to America so England didn't need to deal with the legalities. It didn't take long for one squad in particular to swoop up the mad man and stick him on hit after hit. He knew that they were just being used as hitmen. But he didn't give a shit. They didn't question his diet. As long as he killed who they wanted. He didn't understand the morals of the others. How that Frank Castle seemed to care. He didn't get it. But who was he to question other mens limits. Even when some questions would have been useful. Especially when they left him behind. Turns out, if you openly admit to eating people. The people you work with, will try to get rid of you. Broken off from the world again and on his own. He lost it. Snapped like a bridge under too much weight. A killing spree is a polite way to put his next few days. Hunger consumed him like a disease. Nothing was enough. Entire villages, gone because he couldn't stop. Because he couldn't control himself. Making his way back to the world was a priority. Destroy those who left him behind. Every. Last. One.
February 7, 2025 at 11:34 PM
derekoreilly.bsky.social
... Ignore the typo
February 1, 2025 at 1:45 AM
derekoreilly.bsky.social
They my babies
November 2, 2024 at 7:57 PM