Board Thread:Non-TES Roleplaying/@comment-29461586-20160416122428/@comment-27025277-20160418015640

Tuval stood in the shadows of the alleyway of the city. He felt more comfortable in the darkness. He was a good person at heart, but he was attuned to darkness especially being a færmultra, fear weaver. He was naturally reclusive, and therefore had no friends. His family? Left him at the foot of the steps in an orphanage that he escaped from at the age of nine. So this was it. Just him... no one else. His heart Longed for a love, but sensing the fear of everyone, and his natural affinity for making fears become reality, made it impossible for him to maintain any proper relationship.

So again...

This was it...

Alone...