Board Thread:Role Plays/@comment-11588669-20140208053126/@comment-11588669-20140310023218

Nox sighed, and began digging through his bag, pulling out a pair of boxers and slacks. Taking the items with him, he stepped into the bathroom, and turned on the shower function. The male stripped down, setting all the clothes to the side, though the bloody garmets were set away from the others. He paused in front of the mirror, and sighed. Scarred flesh marked with nearly black blue ink greeted his eyes as he gazed at his upper torso. Each scar paid for with blood. The tattoos, a slaughter. Every wound he'd ever recieved, he'd returned with a cold lethality. He felt no shame for the murders he had caused, the families who lived with dead members.

And she still wanted to fix him. A small smile lit up his features, and the male picked up the soap. Nox lathered the substance all over his body, and began washing himself off. The water at his feet was slightly red, and slowly began to clear up into the clearness associated with it. The liquid of life flowed along his body, dripping over moderately tanned skin, tracing over every defined muscled. He placed his hands on the wall, and leaned forward, relaxing under the spray. The water dripped down his body and to the floor, accentuating his athleticness. And Nox was oblivious to all of it.

''Well...things are looking up. For now.''