Board Thread:Roleplay/@comment-39791808-20200531222652/@comment-45964425-20200602034019

He pulled off his helmet. The left side of his face was horrendous, as the cheek flesh was missing, the edges of it covered with scab. Although his cheek was missing, no drool came out, like it was completely dry. His left eye was a pale grey, with a little white where the pupil should be, which contrasted with his other eye, which was a nice green color. There was a cut going from the top of his eye socket to the bottom, which was slightly open, showing the tissue inside. "Your kind did this to me. I watched them kill and rape my father, and then suffered as they ripped my cheek open and almost scratched out my eye," he said, leaning in so he was face-to-face with Maxine, to not only let her see the horrendous details but speak in a more aggressive tone. "I refuse to let anyone heal the wounds you creatures bore me, and I won't have it healed until I avenged my father," he said. "Not only did your kind kill my father, but they also stripped me of my ability to love. What normal woman would marry a man who looks like a zombie? I must live my life in a constant feeling of isolation and agony, knowing that the I will never be able to look into the eyes of the father who provided and cared for me" with one final up-close word, he said. "Your kind took everything from me." Pulling away, and making his destroyed face visible to all, he put a hand on the group to his sword, pulling it out just a little so the blade was visible. "This sad excuse of a sword was that of my father's. The sword he used to teach me how to fight before his life was taken away" he said. The blade was made of Damascus steel, with a ruby center, with the rubies having some type of foreign language carved into them. "I carry this blade on me to remember the man who raised me, so he can see from the afterlife that I shed the blood of the disgusting monsters under his name" he said, before he let the sword fully fall into its sheath.