Board Thread:Roleplaying/@comment-24736819-20140908004713/@comment-25123474-20140910135051

"I became a Vul after my family was killed by bandits. I became furious at them. It was at that moment, that I felt it. The power that I used just now. I wanted nothing more than to kill them. I didn't think, I just used the power that I had aqcuired, burning their flesh with it. I killed them all but I kept one alive, so I could torture him, make him feel more pain than he had ever felt in his life. He screamed and begged for mercy, but I gave him none back then. When I had had enough of torturing him, I used my power to lift a blade in the air and shot it at his chest, where his heart should be. After what I did, He came out of nowhere and offered me a chance to hone my 'Gift', as he said, so that I can wield it better. I eagerly accepted his offer back then, what I had did before I accepted it made me want to do it again. It made me want to kill more people. He made me do things no child should endure in his life. He made me cheat, lie, steal, blackmail, and slaughter people who didn't want to be on our side. I still remember the faces of the people I had killed back then, but I felt no remorse for them. I'm sorry, Grand Master, but that is all I can tell you." Tiberius said, tears were now flowing out of his eyes, but was hidden by his helmet.