Board Thread:Roleplaying/@comment-24685738-20170611015924/@comment-13615389-20170614211107

"Ooh, me father wasny a good man, Mr. Gal," Vidic began, not entirely expecting Yaden to ask him that. "Nah, if ah had to choose one word to describe him, it'd probably be 'cunt'. He was the head priest of the abbey I lived in when I was wee." It apparently hadn't occured to Vidic that Yaden had, understandably, misconstrued father to mean biological father. "Ah was a bit of a troublemaker during me time there. Vandalism, playin' pranks, cursin', stealin', fightin', shaggin' a nun; classic things lil' wains usually do, y'know?" He stared off into space wistfully for a moment. "A few years done an' gone by, an' I was nearly straightened out --- save for the cursin' -- but this fat cunt, Blaine Rideau, convinces me to stuff a snake in the head priest's hat for old time's sake." The Imperial's wistful gaze dissipates in an instant and is replaced by a scowl. "Long story short, it turned out to be venomous, an' 'e didny appreciate that one, one bit. I got so scared o' what he would do that I ran. Really far away.  Never liked the bastard anyways, so I never missed him; ne'er treated me well, he did. " Vidic sighed as his story concluded, putting his boots up on the bar before being quickly chastised for it, and taking them off just as quick.