Board Thread:Roleplaying/@comment-29461586-20150416143828/@comment-5543592-20150419215002

"Well, my mother, when she wasn't out at night working, was getting her fix of skooma.  My father, when he wasn't baking for the customers of tomorrow, was out picking up women.  I was pretty much left to fend for myself.  The only thing I was guranteed was the roof over my head.  I didn't even have a bed.  My mother was good to me, until I was maybe four or five, but around then she lost interest.  Whenever I made trouble for them, like getting caught stealing from the market, they stuffed me into a sack, hung it from the ceiling, and beat me with reeds." Perdix explained it rather simply. "I didn't really think much of it at the time, as it was the norm for me and I always assumed I deserved it, but I suppose it was cruel of them in the long run."