Mother: Lăcrămioara Elena Vladimirescu [Maiden Name: Albescu]
Deseased
A bleak and simple woman, a life lived in Vallaki slums had robbed the woman of most of life's joys. Despite such, none could ever fault her loyalty or duties to her family. While her life was simple and mundane she put immense pride into the raising of her son. One of the few comforts she had, despite a life raised in the slums she devoted herself to ensuring her child never saw himself as less than. Doing all she could to see him start each day as well as possible. Spending her nights mending or sewing his clothing, or making do with whatever she was able to get her hands on to see he never went to bed hungry. Even if at the cost of herself. It was rather common to see the waif of a woman with a black eye, split lip, or bruises. One day it all seemed to stop. The woman never seemed to bear a single injury again.
From an early age, his mother could see there wasn't quite something right in her child. Unlike most who may have sought help, or tried to beat such out of their child. She made excuses or cleaned up after him. Never asking questions or pressing where the bloodstains came from or what happened. Instead silently washed the stains out of his clothing or cleared away the dried blood from his skin before his father or neighbors could see.
Suffering in silence all her life, Lăcrămioara eventually fell ill. Even in death, she was not spared a swift and painless end. Dragging out moths, little by little her illness ate away at her before she was finally gifted release from a long and cruel life.
Father: Vali Valeriu Vladimirescu
Deseased
A brutish and unkind man, Vali took great displeasure in his life. The lack of opportunity and achievement he had acquired. Ever dissatisfied he took little interest in the family he felt forced into starting. He quickly lost interest in his wife when the circumstances of their life took their toll on her. Quickly fading what little beauty she had once had. What little coin he could earn honestly or from a bit of idle gambling was barely enough to maintain a roof over their head or to feed them. It wasn't uncommon to hear drunken ranting coming from the come. Or seeing him with split knuckles the next day.
Everything seemed to just stop one day. For days Vali was not seen, only to emerge one day looking far worse than his wife had ever looked. A violent gash ran from his forehead down through his left eye and down his cheek. Leaving the eye milky white. His pinky and ring finger seem to be missing as well. From then on, for as long as their son lived there. It seemed like there was a measure of peace. When their son left, there was the occasional loud argument but things remained tentatively calm.
When his wife finally passed to her long-suffering ailment, it was hardly a day after before Vali was found strung up in the home he and his wife had shared. His wrists slit for good measure. Despite their turbulent and violent long marriage. It had seemed he had little desire to live on without her. Despite to the eye of others who had known him, having noted he didnt seem that distressed about his wifes passing.