Board Thread:Role Plays/@comment-24416658-20140323233223/@comment-24301343-20140327033553

Arro arrived at the bench shortly, quickly enough to be in earshot of Triste's story.

"Wow... asswipe. I hate that kind of thing.... It took my mother from me." He sighs at the lest part and sits down lightly next to her, his shirt showing off his various scars.

"I guess it's my turn then huh? Well my parents and I hid and housed faunus during the revolution, not many people took kindly to that... Especially not Kirkwood. Nicholas Kirkwood.... The man who killed my mother... becasue we liked faunus.... She died when i was 7. From then on i started training and studying so i could make it to beacon. thats where my scars come from. i used to be pretty bad with a greatsword, never mind a Glam, heh. I'm going to have some nasty new scars after today too, hahaha." During his story his face became the mask of he greek tragedy, but upon mentioning his training scars and the new ones he'd have he smiled lightly.

"I just wanna protect people, stop what happened when i was a kid from happening ever again, my mother and the persecution..."Arro scowled at the gound briefly before looking up to the sky.

"Hope you're proud mom."