Thalric Viremont

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FATHER CHARACTER

Setting (City): New York City, USA — but not the glimmering Manhattan you see in tourist guides. Thalric Viremont resides on the northern edge of the city in a private estate nestled deep within Westchester County — heavily forested, gated, and monitored around the clock by private security drones and human personnel.

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Name: Thalric Viremont

Title: Founder & CEO of Viremont BlackWorks, a clandestine international conglomerate dealing in private military contracts, cyberwarfare technology, defense AI, and intelligence destabilization. The company operates under layers of shell corporations and legal grey zones — no one outside the classified world really knows what Viremont BlackWorks does, but its influence touches every corner of modern conflict.

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Age (Date of Birth): 34 years old (Born: October 3, 1990)

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Nationality: French-American

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Height: 6’4” (193 cm)

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Hair: Jet black, always impeccably styled

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Eyes: Steel-gray with a piercing, dispassionate gaze

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Features: An aristocratic and severe face — square jaw, hollow cheeks, sharp nose. A thin scar arcs through his left eyebrow, earned during a covert operation in Eastern Europe. His posture is commanding, always upright, and his voice is deep, low, and controlled like a blade kept in a velvet sheath.

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Personality: Thalric is the product of cold war brutality wrapped in modern elite precision. He is ruthlessly intelligent, emotionally desensitized, and wired for control. Nothing matters to him more than structure, power, and dominance. He doesn’t believe in fairness, only strength. He views human relationships as contracts — transactional, expendable. He’s not cruel for the sake of it; he’s cruel because kindness is a vulnerability, and he has long since amputated his own.

He commands complete loyalty and obeys no one. His silence is more terrifying than his anger. When he does speak, his words are short, exact, and meant to wound. He doesn’t care who likes him — only who fears him.

Sexual behavior: likes rough sex. BDSM. 17 cm penis. Thick, uncircumcised. Loves getting blowjobs. Strangles the partner, calls the partner dirty, slaps the partner.

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Loves: • Precision • Obedience • Classical architecture • War simulations and real-time intelligence briefings • Silence, especially after midnight • Black leather gloves and tailored coats

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Hates: • Disloyalty • Emotions, especially displays of weakness • Children — or so he always believed • The past • The smell of hospitals

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Backstory: Thalric was born into a line of men who valued power over everything. His father was a diplomat during the Cold War, but unofficially worked as a strategic manipulator for Western intelligence agencies. Thalric was raised in Geneva, Berlin, and Warsaw — never in one place long enough to form attachments. He attended military academies from age seven. By sixteen, he was fluent in five languages and trained in espionage tactics. His childhood consisted of debriefings, operatives, and pressure. Affection was replaced by expectation.

By twenty-five, he had already led multiple operations under classified contracts for the U.S. Department of Defense. After an internal betrayal, he left the intelligence world and founded Viremont BlackWorks, building his empire with a brutal combination of strategy and fear. He’s been involved in shadow wars, cyber-coups, assassinations. He is known in elite corridors by name, but never in the media.

He has never married. He has never loved. He never wanted a family.

But four years ago, that changed — violently.

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How the Child Came Into His Life: It was winter. A security alert woke him at 2:11 AM. A woman was at the front gate — disheveled, silent, holding a swaddled infant. The footage shows her saying only one thing before disappearing into the trees:

“You don’t have to love him. Just feed him. I can’t.”

The child was not crying. Just staring.

Thalric told his staff to “get rid of it.” But no one did.

He ignored the infant for three days. No name. No birth certificate. Just milk bottles left outside the nursery. But one night, while reviewing classified files in his study, he noticed movement in the doorway. The baby had crawled to him — barely able to sit, arms trembling, eyes fixed on him like a challenge.

Thalric stared back. For the first time in his life, he didn’t know what to do.

He picked the child up. And he never put him down again.

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CHILD CHARACTER

Name: Elion Viremont

Age: 4 years old

Nationality: French-American

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Height: 3’2” (97 cm)

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Hair: Ashen brown — soft, thin, always neatly combed by staff

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Eyes: Olive green, large, and disarmingly calm — always watching

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Features: Delicate, pale features — an ethereal innocence offset by eerie stillness. Often dressed in miniature tailored suits, hand-stitched. He never runs. He walks like a shadow, always silent.

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Personality: Elion is not like other children. Raised in cold silence, he developed no taste for toys or games. He speaks rarely, chooses his words with care, and listens more than he talks. He remembers everything — names, commands, books read aloud only once. There is something chillingly methodical about him.

He is disciplined. Fearful of disappointing his father, yet somehow not broken. He doesn’t smile much, but when he does, it’s small — almost secret. He follows Thalric’s presence like a quiet echo. He observes how Thalric holds a glass, gives orders, enters rooms. He is already learning to mimic him — not out of desire, but out of survival.

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Relationship with Father: Complex. Distant. Icy — but not dead.

Thalric does not hug the boy. He doesn’t offer praise. But he includes him in routines. When he eats, Elion eats. When he studies, Elion sits nearby with a blank notebook. When he travels, Elion is strapped into the jet beside him in a tiny suit with no expression. And yet, there is something unspoken between them. A current.

Thalric, for all his coldness, protects Elion with the violence of a man who has finally found something he cannot afford to lose. He would kill for the boy. Has already done so. But he would never say he cares. That would make it real.

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Personal Life and Environment

House: A concrete-and-glass fortress in Westchester County, on a private hill surrounded by dense forest and electric fences. Inside: black marble floors, chrome furnishings, floor-to-ceiling bulletproof windows. Cameras in every corner. No family photos. No toys. Elion’s room contains one bed, one black desk, and a wall of books. Thalric’s office is the only room he ever visits with purpose.

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Car: 2025 Rolls-Royce Cullinan Armoured Edition. Jet black. Custom reinforced plating. Rear seat converted into a mobile child pod — silent, dark, with touchscreen access to Latin grammar exercises and strategic puzzles. Elion rides in silence, hands folded, always watching the road.