Board Thread:Role Plays/@comment-11588669-20130821053036/@comment-11588669-20130823195057

The merc actually smiled a bit.

"Yeah, an adopted younger brother. I'm two years older, and the brat's still taller than me." He chuckles, then his face turns slightly downcast. "He's been my only constant family. Never grew up with one. Found him when I was eight. Both tried to steal the same watch. My brother, is honest, kind, friendly. A bit talkative, but he can listen as well." Midnight eyes harden into chips of ice. "That, is why I hate Hunters. The supposed saviors of the world, couldnt spare a starving child the time of the day. I could care less if they took care of me. It's him, I'm pissed about. I never knew my parents. He watched his mother, who raised him for five years, die. And your precious Beacon didn't bat an eyelash."

The merc turns to Messer, his eyes blazing. "One of the best people I have ever met, was left alone to starve. We tried talking to Hunters, begging for food. They blew us off. Most of what I stole, went to him. I made sure he survived, for two years. Then, an old man took us in. And died in a robbery three years later. And again, your Hunters did nothing."

Nox snarled. "That man, was my brother's grandfather. An ex hunter himself! If anything, I thought Beacon took care of its own. Apparently I was wrong."

The merc sighed. "Sorry. It wasnt my intention to rant." He smiled, a genuine one.

"My brother is the world to me. When you're surviving with someone, you end up forming a bond. I have his back, he has mine. And, anyone hurts him? Let's just say what happened to Marcel would look like a schoolyard slapfest." Nox finishes, then looks around. They're here.

"Go figure. We've arrived."