Board Thread:Role Plays/@comment-13488655-20160817222408/@comment-13488655-20161201190850

Flint nodded his head and began to breah in slowly, but deeply. He then tried to ask himself what makes him who he is... But the only thing that came to mind was his injured hand and the Midnight Hare. That was the only thing that he could think of as himself. The persona that he put on. The daredevil heroic faunus. He could barely even see himself in that mental reflection.