Maybe once, in his youth, Roman intented making an honest living. But it didn’t last long.
He started as a highwayman and brigand, in the woods, when someone still was brave enough to go through them. When the forest became deadly, Roman moved to Barbaranaka and became enforcer for local criminals. Never one to refuse an unfair advantage over the opponent, he was among the firsts in his gang to use guns to get the upper hand. Barbaranaka was a place hard enough to live in, and if Roman could make it just a bit less hard for himself at the expenses of others, he was ok with it.
And then he met Iulia. He bought a hat from her.
She was short and butch, with red hair and green eyes, and she was a great leather worker, and great at kicking in the groin those who bothered her. More important, she was never afraid of him: every time his temper mounted up, she defused him with a sarcastic remark or a well-placed elbow to the ribcage - that made him smirk and calm down.
After a long courtship, and a lot of groin kicks increasingly less convinced, he finally got her to give him a chance. His life changed: he became a better person, stopped bullying others, got a regular job – for a few years, Barbaranaka almost seemed like a good place to live in.
Then came the Seekers, and everything sucked again. He woke to her screams of terror, a terror he never thought she was able to experience. He armed himself and got out, but her screams got lost in the night, and he was unable to fight at her side.
This time she wasn’t there to calm his rage. He sold almost everything he had, got in debt with everyone in the city to get his hands on alchemical explosives, magic items, powerful weapons. What he couldn’t buy, he stole. He broke Old Milos’ nose when he found out he couldn’t afford that protective amulet.
After two days, armed to the teeth, he stormed the Black Prison of Zeltos.
It went about as well as one could imagine.
Now, with his sword stuck in a monster’s ribcage, his gun all out of powder, several broken bones and a Seeker’s arm wrapped around his neck, he was seeing the fatal blow to his head coming in slow-motion – just in time for a last grin.
He had seen Iulia. She was still alive, and not yet broken. Before the abominations came, he had slipped in her cell a bunch of useful magical items. She had hope.
The giant blade fell, splitting his skull in half, and Roman died with a grin on his broken face.