Board Thread:Role Plays/@comment-7497475-20131129084612/@comment-5726563-20131204190541

Watching the waiter set down the first course, he tried a bit of it, before nodding. "Pretty good steak! Taking a sip of his tea, Torrent listened to her describing the situation. At the end, he glanced at her over her question, before looking around the room, checking out the building. "I lived in a tribe on another continent, that lived in the middle of a forest. Every decade, we would migrate to one of our many set up villages, following our food source, and according to our tradition."

Taking a few more bites, he finished off the steak, taking a few more drinks. Clearing his throat, he leaned back as he continued the story."The only problem with this, was the fact that we lived in the middle of Grimm infested area. So, for our entire lives, from as soon as we were old enough to walk on our own, we were trained in a martial arts tought by the leader of our village."

Looking up at the roof, he frowned as memories came back, remembering the years traveling, fighting for their lives. "Every decade, we would travel to our next village, as was tradition, so we all had to be strong enough to kill Grimm on our own. By the time we reached 15, six of us should be able to team up and kill a Death Stalker, with only our hands. Most could not reach that level, and died. So only the strong would survive. Really the best way to make sure you trained hard, when your life depended on it. Then, the time came for our leader to choose the new master of his style, and pass it on. He chose my brother."

Sighing, sadness seems to enter his body. Leaning on the table, he looks down, staring at the table. "He was the strongest user of the style, and so it was only fitting. But some didn't like that such a young user had the style. So they tried to challenge him, losing over and over. Then, they decided to just ambush him, and kill him. He beat all of them, but they managed to get in a mortal wound. I found him, and he passed on the styles to me. And that's how I got so strong. Since then, I've just wandered the world, teaching people the styles, and fighting Grimm. After all, beating a Death Stalker or Nevermore by yourself is a great morning exercise." Taking a sip of his drink, he looked up. "And that's about it. Is that enough? If you want, I can show off a bit, after we get out of town."