Board Thread:Roleplaying/@comment-3293219-20160203231203/@comment-3293219-20160204003959

Kessen paused for a second, within moments he slowly reached down towards the base of his shirt and slowly lifted it. Agter fully removing it, he rolled it into a ball and then tossed it aside.

Even in the dim light, his many scars became obvious. He had a horrendous burn on his left pectoral muscle, like someone had pressed a heated clothing iron against it. In fact, that's exactly what it looked like...

His right arm had three deep, nasty scratches on it and he had a tiny cross shaped scar next to his navel, like it was a small stab wound. All over his body he had a number of whip marks, scratches and minor burns.

The Bosmer just sat there before her, placing his hands on her waist and giving her a smile.

"Does that answer your question?" He asked, with a smile.