Board Thread:Role Plays/@comment-11588669-20140718021119/@comment-11588669-20140718213308

He studied it. No one, as far as he knew, had a birthmark like that. It was rather...well, odd.

"That's...not of the norm..." He mused quietly. "Interesting." He sighed, and reached up to the hood of the jacket, pulling down the garmet. What was exposed was a long scar going across his jugular, and portions of tatoos that looked like midnight fire.

If she showed me her marks, I guess I'll show her mine.

"They're...remnants. Of a time when I was helpless." He pushed away the memory that threatened to emerge. "Some group wanted to infuse the soul of a Grimm into me, using it's blood and dust. Hence the color. Since Grimm don't have souls, it didn't succeed...or make it any less painful. Two weeks in that hell..." Nox reset his jacket, and looked Eventi in the eyes. "They're all over my upper torso...it still hurts sometimes."

"And I slaughtered them." There wasn't a hint of remorse in his voice. "Them, the Grimm they kept in cages...and the prisoners, the other failures they kept for sport. That was merciful...painless." Nox sighed, and stared out into the forest. "Apparently it caught the eye of a Huntsman in the area. Took them a few years to find me...but they made me an offer I couldn't refuse..." His eyes turned dark.

"Either I go, or my brother does. The choice was simple."