Board Thread:Roleplay/@comment-25808351-20190114001113/@comment-30014014-20190201035737

"Subjcted to individuals of great power, born from nepotism, marked by the artifacts carried throughout his life, never to grasp their full powers. Subjected to the people who boast owner ship, gazing from a height as a king would his subject, seeing naught but contempt. Frail. Weak. Simple. Dull of heart. all of these, he could sense from those he carried their legacy for. A meager peasent in the shadow of mighty entities. Wealthy merchants. Noble characters wanting nothing to do with him.

'All up to this...land. The undead corpse's first gaze upon him, one of loathe for the human breath he takes. A shrimp under yet another uncaring entity. The wyrm, short in patience, quick to anger toward his careful footing. The man you identify as a mercenary, unable to bother sensing the lad, as well as his derelict entourage. Those from the damned world he ventured for in another's name, always and forever dismissed... '"

It was clear at this point that Prad wasn't exactly himself, speaking form the view of a spectator who had taken interest. The hidding shroud he bear glows in a dim light, veiling the violet tide in his irises "And then, there is you! The one man willing to take the boy under your proverbial wing, looking from a different angle. This spark ingniting in his bosom, one of the very reason he carried himself so far. One will often do much to impress a scarce individual speaking with merit about their person. But now, he request a suit to bolster this...unfortunate demeanor. And the only human beacon he looked up to this point, now scolds him for it, seeing it for the fortress of delusion he seek to cloak himself in, to breath in the anonymity..."

The man who swims in Prad's flesh shakes his head in a mocking dismiss, alluring to a disappointed man without the heart "To think this procedure would have anchored the boy in a better sense of self, but now, it would seem you've actively dashed him in a pit of despair. One that surely will manifest itself in isolation...an improbable branch this chain of events is taking..."