Board Thread:Role Plays/@comment-16171938-20140218013938/@comment-24296957-20140225022834

Amet was taken aback by Regda's open-ness about his past. Not that Amet hadn't planned this, just...suprised about the outcome.

"Oh. Well, despite it being a while ago, I apologize for your loss.  I supposed it's my turn, right?" Amet righted himself in the bench, took a breath, and exhaled. Here we go, he thought.

"I'd love to be in your position...not remembering much, that is.  I remember what happened, even though I was young.  You see, I don;t know if you've ever heard the word "Kiyng" being thrown around, but...I'm the next heir to the throne, if you will.  We were predominate dust shop owners, you see.  We also were pro-faunus rights activists before the new White Fang rose to power.  Fenice is actually of faunus make, believe it or not.  It was passed into our clan as a thank you gift, for being so kind to faunus.  We practice a meditation called Kindoturi, and we're also known for our tactics in battle.

"One night, however, I woke up to the sound of deafening silence.  I ran about the house, looking for anybody...and I found nobody.  I was scared - so I ran, with my sword, too.  For years, I lived in the denizens of Vale, stealing, practicing combat on local Grimm, you name it.  During that time, I learned to do things my own way, on my own terms.  But then I got a job as a mail sorter.  And things started to change for me.  I learned about a place called Signal Academy, and their sister school, Beacon.  So...I learned what stats they looked for and what signatures to forge.  And, well...here I am.

"If it ever offset you about my kindness and lack of prejudice towards you, now you know.  I constantly search for answers to my clan's dissapearance.  But I beg of you not to tell anybody about how I came here.  I don't see a reason why you would, but like I said - I'm classified neutral good: get things done on my own terms.  I hope that doesn't screw up your style."