Alpha

Three brothers who grew distant each other, came together when their father passed, they had not spoken in many years due to their different personalities and conflicting worldviews.

The first born, alpha, the resolute one, matured faster than his brothers and left home as soon as he hit adulthood, preferring to rely solely on himself rather than others;
The middle child, beta, filled with anger and jealousy towards his siblings, ran away from home at a young age to prove to himself that he was better son out of the three;
while the youngest, gamma, the one who never left home despite his father's aggravation, always seemed to take the easy path.

There was no heartfelt reunion, in fact, the three of them immediately got into a heated argument the moment they made eye contact with each other. There was just something about themselves that drew them into conflict with each other, and not even their father's funeral could prevent them from arguing with each other.

Alpha-- meticulous, patient, somber...

Even as a child, Alpha wanted to leave the proverbial nest, wanted to separate himself from his family, ready to stand on his own feet even at a young age. Strangers would describe him as solid as rock, nothing moved him, neither the good or the bad could prompt him into reacting.


His unmovable nature only ever added fuel to the flames of his brothers' ire, but it aided Alpha in other ways. Mercenary work called to him and his martial skills after he left home, and years into it he found himself the leader of a small crew.

The scene repeated itself a thousand times, he and his men making themselves at home in the local dive of one troubled town or another-- he, the point of stillness amongst the chaos and laughter of his drunken compatriots. The eye of the storm. This was how the courier had found him with news of his father's death.

(All of his men shared looks that night-- none of them thought he had any family.)