Board Thread:Roleplaying/@comment-11457306-20140704014014/@comment-5543592-20140704015044

(5 posts in and my character is already despised. Brilliant :D)

Kazrris stood up, the pain in his joints slowly going away.

"You're an intriguing specimen. A criminal with a sense of justice and righteousness. See, I didn't grow up on these morales. My entire family was murdered, violated, and robbed when I was just a kitten. Very Traumatic, you see. I had to make my own way, and I did that by lying, stealing, and killing. I simply make my own opprotunities. Now, like it or not, I'm your new cellmate, and we can either get along or kill each other. I'll let you decide."

With that said, Kazrris slipped back to his spot on the ground. (Daithi=The Bosmer, hates murderers or anyone who takes advantage of the weak.)

"Your statement is ironic and your justification is pathetic.  Besides, I don't kill people.  I beat the life out of them until they learn from their mistakes." The elf had gone back to watching Tegan and Bjol, and not once even looked at Kazrris.