Board Thread:Roleplay/@comment-39791808-20200531222652/@comment-45964425-20200601213416

An armored man would enter the building, his armor a dirty bronze, and covered in various scratches from what appeared to be previous fights. This man was Samuel, a man who used to be a simple mercenary, before the monsters he oh-so valiantly fought against tried to kidnap and use him to their desires. Now, he's a Monster Hunter. He hunts monsters of all kind, Any monster with even the slightest thought of anything sexual will bound to be beheaded by his blade. He hated them. Hated them all. After he's experienced what they did to his fellow brothers and mercenaries, he promised that not another one would touch a harmless soul. His battle-torn armor would seem to gleam lightly as he moved into the building, his right hand a few inches from his blade, the position he was trained to keep it in

(So I made a guy who hates monster girls :P)