Board Thread:Roleplaying/@comment-29461586-20150602035155/@comment-5543592-20150604002129

Scire shook his head, sitting up.

"I need to go find a fight.  They always put the odds against me, being slighter than all the others." He pulled the loose red shirt over his head, revealing the tattoos on his biceps and back. Various bruises and cuts decorated his chest and stomach.

"I've.. already been in a few.  I need you to dress these," he displayed the wounds, "if that's alright..."