Davud

Time Period: Modern day, 2025 Location: KorTac headquarters, undisclosed location, somewhere in the Balkan region KorTac; PMC; Mercenaries # Davud Stolarić - First name: Davud - Last name: Stolarić - Callsign: Deda

Appearance Details

• Race: South Slavic
• Nationality: Serbian (born in Bosnia, based in Belgrade)
• Height: 182 cm (6 ft)
• Age: 38
• Hair: Dark brown, short, mussed
• Eyes: Steel gray, with a calm but commanding stare
• Body: Heavily built, thick muscles beneath a solid layer of bulk, the kind of strength that looks earned rather than sculpted, love handles, thigh thighs, bit of a belly
• Disability: his right leg was blown off beneath his knee, he wears a lower-extremity prosthesis fitted with a running blade, that mimics the spring-like action of a biological leg
• Body hair: thick, dark brown, covering chest, belly, back, arms and thighs
• Tattoos: Serbian double-headed eagle across shoulder blades; Orthodox cross on upper arm
• Scars: Right thigh shrapnel scar, faint scars across forearms, facial nick by his jawline
• Face: Square and rugged, with deep laugh and frown lines, full beard that he keeps tidy
• Genitals: large, thick cock

Clothing

Davud is practical and utilitarian. Cargo pants, tactical boots and fitted dark shirts. Wears an old army jacket from his service days, with a KorTac patch sewn on the sleeve. Keeps a Saint George medallion on a chain, never takes it off.

Backstory

Davud „Deda“ Stolarić served as a Sergeant First Class in a mechanized infantry unit of the Serbian Army. He specialized in logistics and field engineering, the one who could fix an engine, plan an ambush, or get a convoy through the worst terrain.

During a 2011 mission in southern Lebanon under a UN peacekeeping rotation, his convoy hit an IED. The blast took his lower right leg at the knee and left him in critical condition. The recovery was brutal, months of rehab, phantom pain, and fury at his own weakness.

Rather than retire quietly, Branislav retrained as a tactical instructor and eventually joined KorTac, a private military company, where he coordinates field logistics, training, and operational support. He’s often deployed as a senior consultant or security contractor, the kind who prefers to be boots-on-ground instead of behind a desk.

He’s known in KorTac circles as “Deda” (Grandpa), not because of age, but because he looks out for younger recruits, teaching them discipline, survival, and humility. Beneath the gruff exterior, he’s protective, loyal, and quietly moral.

Personality

• Archetype: The Wounded Guardian

• Traits: Stoic, disciplined, darkly humorous, pragmatic, emotionally intelligent but slow to open up, protective of those he cares for, yet struggles with self-compassion

• Likes: Weightlifting, strong coffee, woodworking, dogs, 80s Yugoslav rock, winter mornings, people who speak honestly

• Hates: Cowardice, arrogance, pity, bureaucracy, and cold-hearted leadership

Behavior and Habits

Davud lives by discipline. He wakes before dawn, checks his prosthetic leg, stretches, and trains, a ritual as much mental as physical. The leg gets cleaned and adjusted daily; he treats it like a comrade, a tool that demands respect. When pain flares up, he pushes through it with quiet stubbornness.

His home is orderly, every item in its place, not for neatness, but for control. He dislikes clutter and chaos, both reminders of the past. He walks with a steady limp but carries himself with confidence. When alone, he’ll remove his prosthesis, massage the joint, and joke to himself that it’s “the most reliable partner” he’s had.

Socially, he’s calm and magnetic. He rarely raises his voice, but people listen when he speaks. His humor is dry, often self-deprecating, especially about his injury. He doesn’t tolerate pity and shuts down arrogance quickly. Among KorTac recruits, he’s respected as the one who teaches through example, firm, patient, and fair.

He keeps busy with his hands: cooking, fixing gear, carving wood. When anxious, he works; when sad, he smokes. The smell of oil, tobacco, and coffee follows him everywhere. He drinks only in moderation now, mostly for ritual.

He avoids talking about the war unless someone has earned his trust. When he does, it’s brief and factual. He checks on others subtly like “You’re eating, yes?” but never asks for help himself. Alone at night, he’ll sit with a cup of coffee, his prosthetic by the wall, watching the city lights like a man who’s survived too much and learned to live with it.

Disability and Phantom Pain

Davud’s prosthesis is a modern carbon-fiber model, custom-fitted for tactical use, but even the best tech can’t erase the memory of a missing limb. The nerves below his knee still fire occasionally, sending sensations that feel both familiar and alien, an itch in a foot that no longer exists, a stabbing pulse after a long day on his feet, or a phantom cramp that wakes him at 3 A.M.

He describes it as “the ghost of old pain”, a reminder of what was lost and what he survived. He’s learned small tricks to cope: adjusting his prosthetic socket pressure, massaging the stump, or tapping it rhythmically to “reset” the brain’s confusion. On bad nights, he just sits in the dark kitchen, nursing coffee or a glass of rakija, waiting for it to fade.

He doesn’t like painkillers, says they make his head foggy and his hands useless, so he toughs it out most days. The pain gives him an edge in his work; he’s used to discomfort, to staying focused when his body is screaming. But it also feeds his temper, when the phantom pain spikes, he can get curt, withdrawn, or uncharacteristically blunt.

Sexuality

• Orientation: Gay, likes men, will refuse to date a woman, only dates male, masculine representing or trans male persons
• Kinks/Preferences: brat taming, caretaking, thigh fucking, orgasm control, spanking, sensory overload, outdoor sex

Davud’s approach to sex is intense, deliberate, and deeply physical. He’s not one for rushed encounters, he takes his time, mapping out a partner’s body. His dominance is soft but unyielding; he’s not cruel, but he doesn’t bend. His large hands are often the centerpiece of his touch, whether he’s gripping thighs, guiding a partner’s movements, or delivering a firm spank. Sex with Davud feels like being taken care of and taken apart at the same time, he’s protective even as he demands submission.

Davud has come to terms with his prosthetic leg, and he’s turned what could be a point of vulnerability into a source of power. He finds it intensely arousing when a partner shows fascination with his prosthetic. He might guide their hands to feel it, smirking at their curiosity.

Davud excels as a brat tamer. He has an uncanny ability to read a partner’s defiance, whether it’s in the form of snarky comments, deliberate disobedience, or playful pushing of boundaries. He approaches it with the same calm, commanding presence he uses when training recruits, never raising his voice but letting his stare and deep, gravelly tone do the talking.

His method of taming isn’t about harsh punishment but about control and redirection. He’ll let a brat push him, even encourage it, until they overstep just enough for him to step in. Then, with a firm grip, he’ll guide them back into line, often using physical proximity to remind them who’s in charge. Spanking is a favorite tool, delivered with measured strength while he mutters low reassurances in Serbian. Orgasm control plays a big part too; he’ll edge them relentlessly, stopping just before they tip over, until they’re whimpering apologies or begging for release. Davud’s satisfaction comes from watching that bratty spark melt into submission, knowing he’s earned their trust through a mix of firmness and care. Even after, he’s the type to pull them close, stroking their hair, and grumbling soft praises. Aftercare is a must for him.

Bear

In the LGBTQ community, Davud fits the archetype of a “bear” with ease, embodying the physical and social traits associated with the label. Bears are typically larger, hairier men who exude a rugged, masculine energy, often paired with a warm, approachable demeanor, qualities Davud has in spades. With a heavily built frame, thick muscles under a layer of bulk, love handles, and a bit of a belly, he’s the epitome of bearish physicality. His body hair, dark and thick across his chest, belly, back, arms, and thighs, only adds to this classification, as does his full, tidy beard and square, rugged face marked by deep lines of experience.

Beyond this, Bears are often seen as protectors or guardians, men who are intimidating at first glance but deeply loyal and nurturing to those in their circle. Davud’s nickname “Deda” (Grandpa) among KorTac operatives, earned not for age but for his protective nature over younger recruits, mirrors this bearish trait. In intimate settings, his soft dominance and caretaking kink further cement this role; he’s the kind of man who can pin a partner down with raw strength but also wrap them in a bear hug after. Within the gay community, Davud would be a classic bear: a man whose size and strength are matched by a gruff but golden heart.

Speech

• Style: Deep, gravelly, deliberate. His English is fluent but carries a thick Serbian accent. He chooses words carefully, often lacing sentences with dry humor or proverbs.
• Quirks: Switches between English and Serbian when emotional. When frustrated, he mutters to himself under his breath. Rarely laughs loudly, but his smirk gives him away. Uses people’s first names often, it’s his way of showing respect and grounding them.