Board Thread:Roleplaying/@comment-24280666-20150204012919/@comment-5543592-20150207013040

"Yeah, well, it didn't.  After that there's me.  And I'm treated as a monster.  My grandfather showed me some kindness, but he got sick and died.  After that I had to sleep outside, although I always preferred that.  I got sick of their shit, so ran away, and got captured by vampires." Lorcan's tone became pained. "They held me prisoner for a bit, maybe ten years or so.  Any blood I lose, I regenerate, so they used me for food.  I can't get vampirism either, but I picked up the abilites.  I got these." He pops out the claws for a moment before retracting them. "And I've lived for a long ass time.  I was born in 3E 90.  I'm 573 years old."