Board Thread:Roleplaying/@comment-24685738-20170702143317/@comment-5583506-20170705011213

"I was basically no different than from what I am now; a second class citizen. My mother was a maid, serving under the roof of this big fancy estate. My father, the lord, was the owner. Growing up there was like growing up in a prison. No matter how fancy the surroundings or how comfortable the clothes were, just being there felt like a living hell to the point where I felt physical pain. His children hated me, his wife hated me, his servants hated me and he hated me. In his eyes I was simply the unlucky result of the night he felt an itch in his breeches and decided that my mother would be a good opportunity to get rid of said itch. Once his wife decided that she couldn't bear staring at his mishap every day, she convinced him to throw me and my mother out on the street. Not that he needed much convincing."

Banshee started to lick and gnaw effortlessly at Catryn's fingers.

"And here I am. The bastard daughter of a lord... eager to bring nobility down a notch or two. Get them down from that high horse. Make them realise that no matter how much land, wealth, fine clothes or estates they own, they are in no place to pass judgement upon their fellow man as if we were a separate species. We all have the same blood running through our veins, they just happened to have theirs mixed with gold."