Board Thread:Off Topic/@comment-5320677-20131103181205/@comment-5320677-20131108024736

She removed her trench coat entirely showing her various scars of length fadedness and type. "I believe I do... Allow me to explain." (backstory time yeah!) "When I was around six my house burned down, and I lost my mother and my older sister Amelia, leaving me with a drunken, sex-drvien, Skooma addict for a father. I attended a school and all the other children knew who I was and-more importantly-the drunk I had as a father, so I was bullied, beaten, and rejected among my peers. My father... Advanced upon me and succeeded and me driven completely by instinct killed him. However the scars her gave me that night still haven't healed, particularly my..." She gestured downward uncomfortable "Afterward people called me a monster and I had to live on the streets with the beggars and rats. I carried a knife that I fashioned out of a nail and some wrappings that I used to protect myself, shanking whoever tried to lay a hand on me. After around twelve years of this I heard about the Skylords, I signed up and during the initiation I proved myself more than worthy of joining and people congratulated me, apologised even for what they did or didn't do over the years. However being a Cadet meant nothing to me adn apparently it didn't matter to my peers who resented me. after making Junior Airman I was given passage on a ship... The Golden Peak where I hoaned my already honed skills and made Skylord." She stared directly into Fur'shai's miscolored eyes "You've probably had it worse I know, However it's taken me around... twenty-two years to get that off my chest... And I'm turning twenty-three next month" She sat down tears glimmering in her eyes

(tl;dr Luna unleashed practically everything about her past to Fur'shai and is currently on the verge of tears)