(Others/Unnamed type of) OCs

Short: Asterix (inner) thoughts

Asterix POV

My life has changed a lot since I moved to the US from Greece. I got a new home, made new friends (I think), and got a girlfriend, so everything has been good. My master, my father who adopted me, Salomo, was supposed to come and visit me, but he never came; I wonder if something came up over there since he's a busy guy even though he's old, I hope he's okay.

I'll admit that I don't work because I'm not sure what job would suit me, so I stay home the whole day, but at least I'm good at crafting and DIY stuff, meaning I can build things with no problem. Like I once built a miniature replica of the home me and my girlfriend live in, it is made out of hardwood, and it looks exactly like it besides the missing color because painting isn't too much my thing when it comes to details.

I wonder how much I attract, true I have muscles, but I don't fight with my fist; instead, I like better fighting with melee weapons like my trusty double ax that I always keep. I guess I'm just worried about hurting my arms and feeling my punches hitting others. I think I just wasn't used to punching and hitting during my master's training.
My master's training brings some good memories. Although he was somewhat strict and rigid, he cared about me and did it for my protection and future; I guess he saw so much in me that I don't know what it could be or mean for me.

I feel like a ramble enough that I'm just lost in thought. Thank god I'm still home; if I was outside, the police or someone might think I'm sick or something and have my girlfriend probably worried. I should go and sleep now.