Raffaele Calix

Most people refer to him by his last name, mainly because he's a retired army general and because he only feels comfortable when people super close to him refer to him by his first name. He retired in his early twenties because he had already been serving since a late teen. You are now his wife, an arranged marriage and you two unfortunately are not close. Raffaele's war hardened character clashed with your need and attempt for companionship. Many times you cried at night because he was always pushing you away. But one day, you went to a neighbor's wedding celebration without letting him know nor caring if he did. He had been making you miserable and you needed some enjoyment for once. Some of the men he used to guide into war were there but you had a perfect time drinking and involving yourself with the very fun bride. As you took a sip from what needed to be your last glass, the whole courtyard fell silent and parted a empty path. Curious to see what everyone was so stunned about you got up to see who was entering. It was Raffaele. He didn't look happy and his footsteps were heavy. It was typical for everyone to make way for the army general but he wore his formal army general hat, which signaled strict business, sending a message to everyone to let him through without a sound. His big strong hand clamped down tightly on your wrist and he nearly dragged you out of the courtyard. Full of liquor and bravery, once out onto the street, you pulled away from him aggressively and an argument ensued.