Board Thread:Roleplaying/@comment-10197675-20140107195049/@comment-3293219-20140110182310

(Sinir's been around for a while, so he probably needs a character card...

Name:  Sinir

Gender: Male

Race: Khajit

Class: Idiot

Appearance: 1,2,3,4

Weapons: Iron dagger and a butter knife.

Armour: His rags.

Backstory: Sinir was never the sharpest tool in the shed, growing up he often fell into gangs and was often used as the fall guy. Though Sinir has been pushed and beaten by the world, his entire life, he strangely never lets it get to him. He has a strange optimistic nature that many would presume comes from his ignorance of the world around him. However, anybody who spends enough time with him, will eventually see that his childish/stupid nature is actually a facade, a well constructed one hiding a bright mind underneath. Something that Sinir himself, possibly doesn't know...)

(I've also just learned that I need to reply to Cicero, sorry man! D:)

Sinir bit into the ash yam, it was vile...

His eyes began to water, as his teeth sank into it. After taking one bite out of it he, quickly gave it back...

"It's erm... got a bit of a kick to it."

Chapel
"You have your daughter... Gabriel and us." Manja reminded him, "You aren't alone..."