Board Thread:Roleplaying/@comment-5424581-20131222074617/@comment-29461586-20131225154846

"Nothing wong here, Cloud." Erys told him.

"Pull up a chair, Cloud. I.. I have something to tell all of you." Erys had a serious look on her face. Her expression hints a heavy burden. She then told her group her story.

"I don't know where to begin. But here we go anyway.."

"My father was once a noble man. He possesed what was expected of a true hero. Strength, Courage, Selflessness, and all that.."

"But ever since my mother died when I was 3, things turned real."

"At the age of 3, I held my first blade. I couldn't remember how I fought against my first instructor, but my brother said I beated him in 17 minutes, then suddenly collapsed from exhaustion."

"After 15 years of rigorous training, my father gave me the blood of the wolf. It felt so very intense, but I can sleep without suffering from any nightmares or something like that. But I always felt like I needed to run, and it sucks. Despite sleeping for hours or even a day, I feel so.. restless."

"Life itself in my family was always the same. Kill, eat & sleep. When I was 18, things went downhill."

"It started slowly at first. My father grew cynical, he preferred killing captured criminals after they we're extracted for information. And one day, he.. he used me like a doll for 2 years before my brother pleaded for father to stop. My father... how could he turn from a hero to.. to.."

Erys was starting to show signs of depression.