Board Thread:Roleplay/@comment-29038468-20200714201818/@comment-45964425-20200714205218

(Yeah. I can change him around to not be the bad guy anymore. But he is still wary of mamono)

Samuel was the young man who already had his own stories shared among people. He has been training in combat since he was physically able to pick up a sword and shield. His scuffed and dirty armor indicated his combat experience as every notch and chip was a souvenir of one of many battles. He stood in front of the stronghold, having to greet the people who enter and ward off evildoers and solicitors. He was leaned against a wall, his armor slightly shining despite the lack of radiance, as his sword stood unsheathed next to him, the Damascus blade covered in the red of blood, and the weird pattern of the metal.