Board Thread:Roleplaying/@comment-24449631-20140905103828/@comment-3293219-20140907123316

Azarath went over to the bathroom mirror, leaning against the wash basin as he hung his head, slowly bringing it up to take a look at his own face. It was weird, seeing the abdunance of wrinkles as he hadn't seen his own reflection in twenty years before a few weeks ago and it still felt like he was looking through a window, at someone else, rather than a reflection of himself.

The Dunmer reached up to his right ear and gently pulled the hair back away from it, revealing that he only had half of his right ear. It appears to have been cut off, with a knife, possibly by accident, in a fight or possibly even on purpose. He ran his finger over the jagged tip before sighing heavily, though he had walked away from a number of things, it was rarely, if ever, unscathed.

He proceeded to cover the ear with his hair, he always left it long, to cover up the injury as scars were a surefire way of identifying anybody, scars, tatooes, anything that couldn't be covered up. The Bandit then swelled his face with water, slowly running it around his mouth and in his eyes as he wiped some of the dirt from his face, sighing heavily as he did so.

Nadira's confidence was a welcomed sight in many cases but a pain in the ass in most others, like when common sense is involved and she believes that she's right. She's nineteen, so of course, she knows everything and nobody can tell her otherwise...

It was more than possible that he'd have to leave without her, let her make her own damned mistakes. He tried, if she was so insistant on being eaten by a vampire, then that was her damn business. He was smarter than that...

He'd leave, tomorrow, no matter what...