Board Thread:Role Play/@comment-26253133-20160618172131/@comment-26253133-20160619013018

"I suppose now is a better time to explain." He motions for her to take a seat with him.

"Yes and no; Yes, I am famous around Parkton, but no, not anywhere else outside of here."

He shifted into a more comfortable pose and continued.

"When I became eighteen years of age, I stormed out of the orphanage. I marched straight to the militia office, and demanded that I should be allowed to join. Funny thing is, there was nobody there. So I walk out, and I here from a couple of townsfolk that a fight was going on at the forest outside of the northern gate." He pauses to collect his breath.

"I raced out there, and saw the militia in combat with a pack of were-wolves!" He waves his hands for dramatic effect.

"So I see a downed soldier, and just blindly pick up his weapon." He un-sheathes his brass knuckles-with-knives-attached.

"And that's where I found these." He smiled.

"But the were-wolves fought as hard as we were. Several times I almost got raped by them, only to be saved at the last moment by another soldier. Finally, we somehow beat them, but only just barely." he finishes, along with sheathing his knuck-knives.

(I gotta pause it here, it's almost time for bed. Let's uh, pick up tomorrow shall we? Cya then.)