Board Thread:Roleplay/@comment-30655593-20170411223430/@comment-31595069-20170414015452

"I never can say I had a good family. We were born in poverty as well exept they had the worse way to raise their kid. With hate and frustration. Beaten up, trained to fight, all I get was bruises but I knew they wanted to break my bones but they had no money to 'fix' me. The second I was six they sold me off to an order of knights for money..." Curt started as he looked in the stars.

"I was that man, bitter, cold hated everything. Joining the knighthood I was taught one thing, kill for your king and never question your orders. Well I followed those orders to the latter. I was a killer, if our enemy surrendered we either still killed them or tortured them. Burned entire villages...I was a true monster to the word..." Curt growled as he remembered his past actions.

"However, two people came into my life, thinking today they were probaly the only people who cared for me...and I could have maybe changed myself it I wasent to blind. One man, I still remeber his name...Reynald...the other...such a lovley saint...Cathrine..." He sighed as he remembered them.

"Reynald...that bastard...always that cheerful guy, tried to get me into a celebration feast each time we won. Turned him down many times but I guess he grew on me and eventually I gave way and decided to 'celebrate' with food and drink. And Cathrine...If I had a sense of humanity back then I would have swept her off her feet and ran away with her...She was a priest, that gentle and kind soul. She always had time to visit me and did her best to soothe my 'soul' in a sense...I found myself actually calming down from my bitter nature..." He smiled softly as he spoke.

"But...I guess by the time I relized I had something it was swiped away from me in an instant. My final battle, we were under siege. Our King ran away like a coward, and we were the last of defense. Reynald faught on until his bitter end, gave me his sword before he fell... and Cathrine...she saved my life at the cost of her own...Sent me away with a parting smile and her sword...I...I actually felt emotions. I had tears coming down my face when I relized I had a heart...I vowed to never kill again...never to follow the path of a killer..." Curt finished speaking as his hand had unconciously pulled out his sword, it was well crafted, with a fine black tint on it and red handle. His sword that had killed hundreds...and here he was using it to attend a party...