Board Thread:Roleplay/@comment-26517142-20170301124403/@comment-30014014-20170310233757

"Ah yes. So long as time passed that I had almost forgotten ..."

The dark man pulls out a black jet kunai, forged from a foreign metal. Whispers garner around his sharp tool as he closes his palm, coiling around it. With a sudden tug, he pulls the kunai out, spitting ink-like blood out on the floor, freezing and turning cold to the touch.

The man then throws his open palm on the floor, letting the remnant of ink blood held drip on the floor, a glaucous tone escaping his mask "Bentley Riztak. 3rd Order of the white seals. Dark shade."