Board Thread:Roleplaying/@comment-3293219-20160718203543/@comment-24141785-20160722235029

Gabriel immediately found himself standing out like a sore thumb, from his half-charred face to his brutish air he gave off. He had bought himself a rather fine crimson suit, with each half being shaded a different colour of red. Much to the dismay of over guests, however, he had rolled up the sleeves in a rather haphazard way.

Here's wishing we could've gone and fought something instead...

He made his way over to the nearest table, his lip trembling in anger as comments about his face started to emerge. The Breton slumped down into one of the seats, rolling up his sleeves in a rather haphazard way as he glanced over the party with a daunted look on his face - crowds weren't his thing.

''Five minutes in and people are already complaining 'bout my face... Must've been a fucking record right there.''