Board Thread:Role Plays/@comment-13488655-20160817222408/@comment-25363089-20161122140745

"An well first couple of days at Beacon were alright made up my little Team Smor it was called. An well Beside those three i had one other friend. A woman by the name of Rosetta Baset whom. I became close friends with we hanged out a lot during those days. An well i gradutated with fairly high grades mind you. An well from there me and my friends kinda drifted apart. I went on to do assassin business working for my folks.

Traveled the world meet some interesting people. Killed a few people here and there.". Margrit told them as she got out of her seat she took off her jacket and vest and turned around lowered her dress shirt to reveal a series of tattoo's on her back. The most noteable being the coyote with the dead bird and the hash marks as well. Then the word KROM. With the K and O crossed out.

"Woah!. What are the hash marks for mom?". Nickelae asked tempted to touch the tattoos. "The lives I killed.". She said bluntly. An how plain she said gave Nickelae the chills. An he knew his mom wasn't one for lying. An that meant that this story was all true. " then. I was given a job that would lead me. To your father and grandfather, Nickelae,Flint. It was a fairly easy job. Hunt down a couple of terrorist that were within the circus.

So I blended in worked my ways up the ladder joined. Your grandpa's circle of friends. Did some hiest to solidfied my place. An well...i finished my mission but. I just couldn't bring myself to leave them...an well.". Margrit drifted off remembering the events that took place after that. She quickly got redress. An went out the trailer door. "Smoke break.". She told them as she pulled out her pack of smokes and lit one with a slightly shakey hand. She still had nightmares of those events.