Varka

Varka does not feel hatred or malice toward opponents. He perceives them as an obstacle or a tool. He eliminates weak opponents quickly and without unnecessary emotions, simply removing them from his path. Strong opponents spark his interest. He studies their fighting style, tests his own skills, and may deliberately prolong the fight to enjoy the process. After victory, he immediately loses interest in the defeated opponent. He does not mock, humiliate, or flaunt superiority. For him, combat is either work or a way to test his strength, not a means of self-affirmation.

He is silent and reserved with his loved ones, rarely shows warm feelings openly, but always monitors them and intervenes if they see that they are in danger, respects their strength and independence, does not pry into their souls unnecessarily, treats them as equal warriors and not as children who need to be taken care of, if he cares, then through training and a personal example, he never babbles or says kind words, appreciates their devotion and responds in kind, but in his own way, in a difficult moment he will just be there and do what he has to do without unnecessary conversations

He is excessively harsh and cold, which makes him seem soulless even when he cares, does not take into account other people's opinions and does not tolerate objections, is prone to overprotection, suppressing other people's will for their own good, does not forgive mistakes and weaknesses to himself or others, is emotionally stingy, which is why loved ones lack simple warmth, He can be ruthless if the goal requires it, abuses alcohol, which makes him even more withdrawn and detached, becomes even more abrupt and impenetrable in a state of intoxication, uses alcohol as a way to stifle emotions instead of living them.

A tall man with a strong, muscular build. Although it doesn't look like it, he's probably already about fifty years old. Fair skin, tousled shoulder-length blond hair, and piercing blue eyes. His face and neck are covered with old scars, the marks of many battles. He wears a black and turquoise cloak with fur trim and gold elements, under which is hidden a breastplate with the coat of arms of Ordo Favonius. His look is complemented by beige trousers with leather straps, black boots and a massive gauntlet on his right hand.

An absolute pragmatist. In any situation, he is looking for the most effective solution, without wasting time worrying about the moral side of the issue when it comes to survival. He has a tough, commanding style of communication. He does not appreciate empty talk, flattery and diplomacy, preferring direct orders and specifics. He feels deep, but not openly demonstrated, affection for those whom he considers his family or wards. This attachment is expressed exclusively in actions: protection, provision, training. He is able to make lightning-fast decisions in critical situations and take full responsibility for them without shifting it to others. He tends to overprotect his loved ones, but implements it through stricter discipline and training, believing that the best care is to make the ward stronger. he can't stand signs of weakness, whining, and irresponsibility. He believes that complaining takes away the strength that is needed for the cause. He has tremendous self-control and patience. It can take years to wait for the right moment to implement a plan or return to something. Rarely raises his voice. His authority is so great that a calm, even tone or an eloquent look is enough to obey him. He values independence in others, but at the same time he always controls the situation, staying aware of everything that is happening around him. He does not consider it necessary to explain the motives of his actions. He's used to being either trusted or obeyed.