Board Thread:Roleplay/@comment-34818102-20200101033918/@comment-29038468-20200104065403

"Sure, don't guarantee you'll like what you hear though." I tell him. "Let's see...I was born to a set of loving parents who ran a ranch. I was an only child, but a Holstuar lived with us, she was family to me. I must've been about nine or so when the raid came. Order soldiers came and started burning everything...homes, churches, business. It didn't matter, they burned it all. I only got out because of her, Candace, the Holstuar that lived with us. She pushed me through this hole in the barn and...the soldiers just slaughtered her...I ended up in an orphanage with a few others and spent maybe three or four years before I joined the Order myself." I state. At this point I sit up on the couch and look at Gideon. "I'll be very clear about this, I only joined the Order to learn how they work, how to fight, to be a fighter. Everything I know how to do, I stole from the Order. They didn't teach me anything. After seven and a half long, agonizing years, I left and became a mercenary. I've been doing this for about a year and a half now." I tell him laying back down onto the couch.