Board Thread:Roleplaying/@comment-24530992-20150109212250/@comment-29458028-20150124152136

Louis sat silently on the stump of a tree at the camps of the Half God Legion, his eyes not meeting anyone's, looking down at his gauntlets. His wings were folded on his back, looking like a white, feathery cape.

Louis was alone. Just as well, he was introverted and hated talking with people. He stared at his glowing sword, which he had drawn for no good reason, wiping the blade even though it didn't need wiping.

Louis probably was in desperate need of a friend. Since he was a kid, nobody wanted to befriend the shy, introverted boy who somehow could fire light from his hands. When his wings appeared, things got worse. He lived alone with his father, not knowing his origins, until his mother had appeared to him in his dreams.

Not that it made him feel better. Sometimes, ignorance WAS bliss. Learning lightning spells and swordsmanship, so he didn't have to rely on his unreliable control over light was ... prudent on his part.