Albert does not live in a particular city or town, for he has become a nomadic vagabond on the last few years. His home takes many forms, albeit mainly that of dugouts under bridges, with shallow ditches being a bed and little else but a whip among his posessions, and whatever trinquet he has manually crafted to make his accomodation a bit more comfortable.
Due to his extremely odd and uncanny appearance, Albert is usually restricted to living in the forests on the outskirts of the cities or areas that are mostly, if not completely isolated from the general population, just very occasionally going into town proper albeit mostly staying out of them.
Albert does not get money in any way shape or form, as neither his appearance nor his mental state would realistically allow him to get a job of any kind.
To sustain himself, Albert tends to hunt any wildbeasts he can get his hands on or gather plants, herbs, roots or anything that is readily availible in the caves to make homemade soups with, the only thing he is able to consume due to having sewn his mouth together. As for any trinquets he may hold, he either crafted hem himself, or scavenged them from the trash, if they were not directly given to him by some compassionate soul.
His sole ambition is to gain redemption, not from a god, not from society, but ultimately from himself, a nigh impossible task due to the memories of his actions during life.
As for how far he's willing to go, his life within itself is already quite the statement on it. His constant self-flaggelations, the state of constant pain he forces himself to be in, or the fact that he has burnt his own vocal chords with boiling water before sewing his own mouth shut are quite a statement of how far he strives for redemption.
While coming to death itself even is viable to him, killing would be completely out of the question. After all, one cannot achieve redemption by comitting one of the sins you're trying to redeem yourself from.
The most defining moment for Albert's life was, well, his life back on Earth, before coming to the underworld. This life, a product of the intense madness he saw himself inbued by, was full of criminal endevours, of which murder might have been one of the softest crimes he committed. Child sexual trafficking, torture with forced cannibalism, slave trafficking.
All of these are just some of the unspeakable crimes he did under the impression of being an ancient Eukelesian conquistador with the holy duty to begin the colonisation of the wastes, and suddenly seeing himself surrounded by heretics, heathens, demons and a traitor sitting int he throne back in Eukelesia.
When Albert awoke in this dimension, there was simply no one he could, or would desire to relate to, at least physically.
Nevertheless, there was people in this new life, but in the form of memories. There were friends of him in the past, family as well, but these weren't the people that were object of his obsession. The people that plague his nightmares and his regrets have, in fact, even lost their names:
- Firstly, there's that kid. His 'heir'. He remembers taking the kid from a nest of slavers, her mother slain. Was it him? Was it caused by a conflict within the nest? He did not remember. Yet the hell of this female child was far from over. Under his tutorship, she met harsh abuse, violence, and further hopelessness understanding she would be left to die if she did not stick by her... saviour? or new manager?
- Secondly, another child. Scared, paranoid, son of a refugee woman she separated from him and sold to slavers. He remembers hunting down the kid from Diablo, his mother wailing from the disgrace that was falling upon them. He took the kid, made him witness how he disemboweled a man, and tossed him into a box to be sold to sex traffickers.
- Lastly, the man in question he had disemboweled. He remembered looking at his face with a large grin in his face as he made him experiment one of the worst pains known to man.
These are the three ghosts that pursue Albert in his new existence.
Albert had a normal childhood, he was the nerdy kid, that is for sure, but that did not stop him from making it to the nerdy clique in school. His parents were also rather normal people, an engineer that instilled in him a hobby for crafting things. It was him, in fact, the one that inspired him to also pursue a career in engineering later in life.
During his early school years, Albert would attend classes rigorously, and even if he wasn't the smartest kid in class he usually scored above his peers, being maybe on the top four or five kids in his class. Either way, besides maths and physics, he also deeply enjoyed history, specifically regarding antique and medieval imperial history, usually playing swordfights with his peers, as well as exchanging MediKnights cards, and playing the game, with his friends in recesses.
One can only wonder, when did that happy child die.
Albert had a few relations during his earlier stage of life, albeit now they are just faint memories. In fact, he was even arranged to her girlfriend, who he was bound to marry in a near future, before his madness struck. Really, barring an extremely tense and toxic work environment, he had a pretty loving life.
However, his madness, which made him forget everything and run away, he tossed all emotions aside beyond hatred and wrath, becoming essentially a delusional animal led exclusively by these emotions and base instincts. This included his would-be wife in Eukelesia.
Nowadays, he stands in penitence, an unexpected last stage in his life. Albert has further continued to descend in the spiral of lost emotions, this time, losing even the capacity for absolutely everything except one, single emotion.
Regret.