Board Thread:Roleplaying/@comment-32663439-20150711194841/@comment-24141785-20150716182830

Tyrial went into the bathroom, stripping off his armour. He wore a black t-shirt and plain black cargo pants. His shirt was damp with blood...though not his.

He looked in the mirror, seeing his scars. One struck down his right eye, noticeable from a distance. His took off his shirt, looking at himself once more. Scars covered his chest, bruises also noticeable. He cupped water in his hands, washing it around his face.

What have I become... Tyrial thought, sighing I've become a killer...

''A rogue. Yet she trusts me...cares for me...why? Why do I have this?''

I don't deserve this...