Board Thread:Roleplaying/@comment-29461586-20150110084201/@comment-32420582-20150112100956

Thalna closed her eyes trying to not see the ghosts and covered her ears so she wouldn't hear them, it didn't work, she still saw them and heard them. Thalna kept her breathing steady, she wouldn't give into madness. She wouldn't dare look at the childern she killed, she was ashamed of it but it wasn't her fault, she had lost control on that mission to kill the child murderer. "Get out of my head..." she pleaded, she didn't want to see everyone she killed. Her ice blue eye couldn't see them luckily, it helped calm her down slightly. She saw the first person she ever killed, it was some Noble who tried to get her arrested for stealing. She then spent a few months rotting in a cell, Thalna saw the next person she killed, it was some beggar. Then the cycle continued, she kept killing whenever she was bored or someone pissed her off then it became a job, she killed for money and had something to do. She enjoyed killing back then, but as she got older she started to dislike it and hate what she did. But she had to do it for survival, then came along the people she killed indirectly. Thalna knew she killed her mother indirectly, but didn't really care.