Board Thread:Role Plays/@comment-24530736-20140514221319/@comment-7489529-20140515135909

Bergen's eyes flew open. He tumbled out of the bed, and looked around. He was not familiar with the room he was in. He looked down at his body, and yelped in suprise. It was not his body. He felt his arms, noticing the rippling muscles, and various scars. He ran his fingers through his hair. It was shorter than usual, and... Black. Touching his face, he felt the bump of a scar over his eye. He seemed to be wearing several rings, but he did not know what they were for. Standing up, he walked over to a mirror. The figure that stared back was a grim, angry-looking individual, however, Bergen could detect the characteristic glint in his eyes. The same glint Bergen always had, at least, in his normal body. He looked around, and saw a rack with armor and weapons. Walking over, his muscles reacted with a memory that wasn't his, and he managed to put on the armor and equip the weapons instinctively. He sighed.

Talk about a crazy night...