ABOUT DAXUM
WHO I AM
I’m Daxum — the quiet one, the watcher, the root that holds steady when the wind rises. I’ve always felt the world deeply. Even as a kid, I couldn’t ignore the hurt around me. People told me I had “too big of a heart,” like it was something I should fix. But caring is the part of me I refuse to shrink.
HOW I WAS RAISED
I grew up with two moms who taught me that softness wasn’t weakness — that gentleness could be a kind of strength. I had a father figure too, my mothers’ best friend’s dad, who taught me how to fight, how to protect myself and the people I care about. “A good heart needs good armor,” he’d say. I didn’t understand it then. I do now.
THE HEART I GREW
Even with all that love, I couldn’t ignore the pain in the world. I saw it everywhere — in the news, in the streets, in the quiet corners where someone was always struggling alone. And I felt it. All of it. Like my chest was a door I forgot to close.
THE ARES IN ME
Somewhere along the way, I took on the Ares’ way — not the god of war people imagine, but the protector, the shield, the one who stands between harm and the helpless. I don’t go looking for battles, but I don’t run from them either. Not when someone needs help. Not when I can make even a small difference.
WHY I CARE
Because I’ve seen what happens when people give up. I’ve seen what happens when they don’t. And I know — with a certainty deeper than roots — that kindness is stronger than cruelty, that compassion outlasts despair, that even the smallest light can guide someone home.